Birds Out Of LA (feat. Rich The Kid)

I'm chasing thous, yeah yeah, step up and count shit Fuck if you doubt shit You not about shit These birds out of LA always tryna creep Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (what) Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (yeah) Yeah, I put that shit on a chain I put that shit on my rang I just might pull out the Range I'm chasing thous, yeah yeah, step up and count shit Fuck if you doubt shit You not, you not about shit These birds out of LA always tryna creep Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (what) Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (yeah) Yeah, I put that shit on a chain I put that shit on my rang I just might pull out the Range I fuck your bitch, give her back Ridin' around with that strap I made a mill' outta trap I got the birds in a Cadillac (I just wanna talk to you, you, you) (I just wanna talk to you, you, you) (I just wanna talk to you, you, you) (I just wanna talk to you) These birds out in LA, bir-bird out of LA Always tryna creep, always tryna creep (ayy) Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat Yeah, I put that shit on a chain I put that shit on my rang I just might pull out the Range I fuck your bitch, give her back Ridin' around with that strap I made a mill' outta trap I got the birds in a Cadillac I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count shit They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown shit Hundreds of thousands, yeah, yeah, step up and count shit Fuck if you doubt shit You not about shit These birds out of LA always tryna creep Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (what) Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat These birds out of LA