The Birds Out sswampbabyy (Ft. Luh Tyler)
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[Intro: sswampbabyy]
The birds out
The birds out, nigga
The birds out
[Chorus: sswampbabyy]
I been coolin', I ain't been on that gangster shit
Niggas testin' me and shit like I won't get that nigga hit
We ain't in grade school, I ain't fightin' with my fists, I'm tryna scratch him off the list
Put a bag up on his head, tell 'em, ''Make sure he don't exist''
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, nigga (Be quiet)
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, nigga (Be quiet)
Clutchin' on my tool, I want war with any nigga
Man, murder on no West Coast, thuggin' with it, nigga
[Verse 1: sswampbabyy]
Say I been coolin', nigga
Nigga act up in this bitch, I'ma start shootin' niggas
Niggas be dissin', I hope he got that tool with him
I won't speak on what I did, neither what I do, nigga (What I do, nigga)
Speakin' on my name made me act a fool, nigga
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, speakin' on my name made mе act a fool, nigga
Took off with this rap, these bitches, thеy be actin' rude, nigga
Headed to the top, just like the wind, I think I blew, nigga
Chasin' cake, now I get paid to rap up in that stu', nigga
Yeah, I get paid to rap up on that mic
Ballin' on these bitches, dunk on niggas, I feel just like Shaq
Watch out for these bitches, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (Alright, nigga)
On a road to riches, get them digits, need my pockets right (Pockets right, nigga, nigga)
Need my pockets right (What? Ayy)
Dunk on niggas, I feel just like Shaq (Huh?)
Yeah, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (Nigga, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
The birds out
The birds out, nigga
The birds out
[Chorus: sswampbabyy]
I been coolin', I ain't been on that gangster shit
Niggas testin' me and shit like I won't get that nigga hit
We ain't in grade school, I ain't fightin' with my fists, I'm tryna scratch him off the list
Put a bag up on his head, tell 'em, ''Make sure he don't exist''
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, nigga (Be quiet)
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, nigga (Be quiet)
Clutchin' on my tool, I want war with any nigga
Man, murder on no West Coast, thuggin' with it, nigga
[Verse 1: sswampbabyy]
Say I been coolin', nigga
Nigga act up in this bitch, I'ma start shootin' niggas
Niggas be dissin', I hope he got that tool with him
I won't speak on what I did, neither what I do, nigga (What I do, nigga)
Speakin' on my name made me act a fool, nigga
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, speakin' on my name made mе act a fool, nigga
Took off with this rap, these bitches, thеy be actin' rude, nigga
Headed to the top, just like the wind, I think I blew, nigga
Chasin' cake, now I get paid to rap up in that stu', nigga
Yeah, I get paid to rap up on that mic
Ballin' on these bitches, dunk on niggas, I feel just like Shaq
Watch out for these bitches, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (Alright, nigga)
On a road to riches, get them digits, need my pockets right (Pockets right, nigga, nigga)
Need my pockets right (What? Ayy)
Dunk on niggas, I feel just like Shaq (Huh?)
Yeah, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (Nigga, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
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