Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krishu
Krishu
Songwriter
Lerado
Lerado
Songwriter
Mike Hector
Mike Hector
Songwriter

Lyrics

What kind of bird is this?
It's a Peregrine Falcon (Peregrine Falcon)
20, 3, bitch
(Falconer!)
Out on bail, i'm out on bail (Mike Hector!)
Choppa sing, like Lauryn Hill
(SPIGOT, Krishu, bitch, SPIGOT)
23BTR Krishu, wet ya bitch up need a tissue
Getting me to yap? Nope, bitch I won't tell
Skai smoking fye, cuz he walked outta Hell
23 gang, like 23 shells
Aye, I just made bail, plus we smoke by the bales
Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye
Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye
Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye
Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range
Aye, 10 iPhones, and them bitches different colors
10 white hoes, make 'em bitches fuck my brother
Fuck 5-0, boy, this Draco got a stutter
Model X, with the Angel Wings, drive by watch it flutter
Gas, cash, .40 in the stash
Spenny really pimpin', fuck yo mama old ass
Rank, flank, pull up in a tank (no limit!)
Got a bitch at Howard she gon' text me that this crank
Me ion sip, Voss cufflink
She think I love her for her soul, on some dumb shit
You stay screaming "we the opps", but you bump this
Choppa make you Helen Keller, that's a dumb bitch
Miles McCollum, my diamonds on Lil Boat, aye
I said my crib is a castle, closet a moat, aye
I spent some risky on my wrist
I shoot like Beckham with the flick
This drum hold 50 in the Glick (beep!)
Lerado dreads up in the stick (aye, count up!)
I'm in the trap peeling petals
Pipe Hector got the fucking tether!
How i'm broke, when you slaving the kettle?
That is not gold, that ain't even real metal
Leave a bitch dead, even if she a vessel
Leave your sweater Red, i'm talking Jim Tressel
Ion sip lean, I sip Nestle
You fakin', like you wrestle!
Krishu! (Krishu, aye)
Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye
Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye
Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye
Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range
N-Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye
Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye
Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye
Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range
(Aye, aye, uhh, aye)
Aye, ice in my veins, i'm in a cage
That bitch only want me cause she see me on the stage
Slide to my place, Don't tell a soul
I got offers in my face, for some **** I don't know
Folks never change, watch 'em come, watch 'em go, aye
She wanna climb the ranks, well have fun, lil hoe
Had to put her in her place, now her Heart fucking broke
I been thinking 'bout my days, how much left, no one know, aye
Go 'head; act a fool, won't hurt nobody but you, aye
Soon as I touch down, I had plotted on a tool
And these hoes'll set you up, but these **** do it too
You burn all that's in your clutch, cause you try to be so cool
Cool, cool, cool, really I can't stand it
Feel my stomach turning like a **** missing Xanax
Quickdraw, withdrawal, leave him where he standing
Backstab, criss-cross, now your ass abandoned
Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye
Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye
Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye
Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range (Grrr!)
Written by: K. Krishu, Lerado, Mike Hector
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