
Birds of a Feather Yung Mal & Lil Quill
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[Intro: Yung Mal]
I got you
Gudda Tay, you a fool for this one
Gudda, mhm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Me and my brothers stick together, we like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble, but we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, livin' better, M&M my favorite letter
1.5 my favorite number, green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burnin' rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
When I'm talkin', bitch, just shut up
Get your check up, you can do better
Don't let that bullshit get your ass hit up
That lip'll have your ass wet up
I was sleepin' on the floor and all them bugs, they used to eat me up
I couldn't even find a ride and all the junkies used to pick me up
And now I pull up with them rackades when I hop out the Dooly truck
I just rolled a Backwood, sparked it up
And you know I got that wooly tucked
Lil Co be bustin' moves like fuck
Fool halfway home, time almost up
Me and my brothers stick together
My mother they mother, nigga, we share the same blood
I got you
Gudda Tay, you a fool for this one
Gudda, mhm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Me and my brothers stick together, we like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble, but we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, livin' better, M&M my favorite letter
1.5 my favorite number, green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burnin' rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
When I'm talkin', bitch, just shut up
Get your check up, you can do better
Don't let that bullshit get your ass hit up
That lip'll have your ass wet up
I was sleepin' on the floor and all them bugs, they used to eat me up
I couldn't even find a ride and all the junkies used to pick me up
And now I pull up with them rackades when I hop out the Dooly truck
I just rolled a Backwood, sparked it up
And you know I got that wooly tucked
Lil Co be bustin' moves like fuck
Fool halfway home, time almost up
Me and my brothers stick together
My mother they mother, nigga, we share the same blood
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