Birdboy

Bullets eat a **** up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man

Chopper got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand

**** call me doo-doo, yeah, I'm the shit, man

**** talkin' shit, so I fired on his bitch ass

Glock freeze him up, yeah

Call that freeze tag

Chopper leave him stuck, yeah

That's a glitch, man

If a **** play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K

Make a **** go, "Ah," yeah

Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah

Fuckin' on another **** bae, yeah

Make a **** shake, earthquake, yeah

****, I'm real, you fake, yeah

I be totin' them glizzies, we love totin' guns

I do it for real, you do it for fun

When an opp see me, you know they gon' run

I hang out the window, shoot shit like LeBron

You know that I hit 'em, I had to get 'em

They thought I was bowlin', I had to split 'em

7.62, cut him down the middle

Cookin' him up like a fuckin’ McGriddle!

Sub me in the game

And you know that I'ma score, bitch

Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang

To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed

Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that bitch rain

2-3 shots, take him out with a bang

Back in the summer, I didn't have a name

Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin'

Damn, lil' Choppa, she say that you slangin'

Hit from the back, have her changin’ language

I hit her one time then I leave her alone

I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin' her wrong

Just like a dog, I just wanna bone

We makin' 'em serve, we servin' a cone

I'm a real ****, you cannot clone

I'm cold with this shit like my first name was stone

I'm still a menace, wait

I am a devil, whole 'nother level

I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is a edible

I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is a edible

I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is a edible

Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin'

Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from my tutor

Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter

Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles

I'm a big dog, little ****, you a poodle

I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler

Pop off, like I'm Martin Luther

Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah