BIRD CHEST Cochise

[Part l]

[Intro]
Treat that nigga like Raising Canes
Nigga, I alr—, nigga, I already know how to get him
Yah, lame ass nigga, already know how I get down
Nigga need to stop—

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it is what it is, I hop in the crib
I brought me a bib
She talkin' too crazy, look at my crib
Send me a baddie, I call up my dips
Yeah, niggas is pissed, hol' it
My nigga on a piss, hol' it
My wrist got a cyst, hol' it
I'm sippin' on Cris', hol' it, yeah
This ho got the wrong one, think I care 'bout a kiss
These niggas are weirdos, think I care 'bout a diss
I call up my brother, huh, I call up two shorties, huh
Give a f*** 'bout the rubber, huh
I fill her with paint, huh, I give her some color, huh-huh
I'm prayin' to God, huh, I pass it like roller, huh
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yеah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I want space in thе earth
I put his face on the dirt
Yung Lean, I make it hurt, yeah
White tee, all on my shirt, yeah
Rub by the time you think they blamin'
Who the hell put the lean on my Fanta
I call up Yachty when I'm in Atlanta
He talkin' crazy, get hit with the hammer
I went to college, I got me some grammar
Shawty, she sloppy, I bought her a planet