Bird Call
It sounds like Nyge
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones
People listen when I speak
Wear my glisten on the street
Dripping water, man ah leak, tweak
Always drunk, I never geek
Hella girls all wanna meet, greet
Say they love me in a tweet
Tryna text me, that's a myth
Mythological, Greek
Notting Hill and Ladbroke Grove
Due to move up to a creek
Mini Uzi looking peak
Couple issues for a neek
All these paigons tryna creep
Faded every single week
Mummy called me, saying "Cut it out"
I said, "It really isn't deep"
Never cheated, man, I kept it thug
Reddest bottoms like I stepped in blood
Rappers lying on their smoke
Lying on it like they slept in drugs
Tryna remix my classic
I heard your riddim and your version sucks
I need marble in my kitchen
Alexander silk and Persian rugs
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones
New number
Girl's tryna sleep in my jumper
Treat the new whip like a bumper
Call of Duty, man ah come like a thumper
All of my bitches are boujee
All of my niggas are boujee
Drop a rackade on the ruley
Don't spill the drink on my souvis
Designer on me, I'm mismatched
She gives brain, I can't kiss that
Bro's machine got no kick back
We have birds and we whip that
My lightskin jawn too wavy
Peng like KFC gravy
But she can't call me a baby
Bussin shots to rappers, man, maybe
Bro, she a bird
That's what I heard
But you wanna wife her and take her to yours
That shit is absurd
I glide on the curb
My bars are my word
Sneak-dissing rappers try send for the trees
But they're all in the dirt
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones
I've got sons, I've got clothes
I've got birds on my phones
I've got birds on my Gucci
Got rackades on my stones
She don't know me, she knew me
I ain't wifing no Suzie
I ain't wifing no hoes
I keep it G to my bones