Birds Yung Joc (Ft. Gucci Mane, Nicki Minaj & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Yung Joc)]
Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds (They fly high, don't they?)
I was watchin' all the birds on Bouldercrest Street
Watchin' all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet (C'mon)
Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
I was watchin' all the birds on Bouldercrest Street (Ay Gucc)
Watchin' all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet (Let's give a holla at 'em)

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
Okay it's thirty-six stones on the face of my watch
Got thirty-six zones with the [?] in the pot
I got a thirty-eight chrome that'll blast on spot
Nigga, you don't wanna see me when I'm thirty-eight hot
Yeah, I pay a couple cops just to go and hush 'em up
And we keep that straight drop, we don't play that touch and bust
Got a sixty-nine Chevelle, pimpin', everything for sale
Wrap 'em in the turkey bags, even dogs can't smell
When I take my shirt off, all the hoes stop breathin'
When hit the purp I damn near stop breathin'
Yeah, I'm in and out of traffic, got the old school weavin'
The ice so cold all the hoes start sneezin' (Achoo!)
I'm super p-noid, Joc on alert
Ridin' dirty with the word "no insurance" on the [?]
I got a couple runners and they don't make beef
I got a full team and all we do is play street
Mookin' Playboy, choppers on deck and we keep a party packed for the papas on deck
Then I hit my nigga Gucci and partner OJ
They got some niggas at the four-way movin' four ways