8 Birds

No, it wasn't me though, no!

Come here, which one's yo' fuckin' mama?

Hey, bitch, this yo' kid right here?

I'ma count to three, and I'll blow his lil' head off, okay?

One

That's enough, let's go

Two, where's the money?

Let's go! Let's go!

No, no, no, no!

Oh!

I said, let's go

Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts

Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust, bodies get struck (brrt)

Shotty tucked, bakin' soda just so my product can fluff (whip up)

Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us (ha)

Whoa, I see you pussy **** ain't learned (y'all ain't learned yet?)

So I'ma show you how a bullet from the K burn (brr, brr, brr, brr)

Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word (word)

He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward (hahahaha!)

E'rry bar raw, it's like eight birds (uh-huh)

And I didn't write a word (whoo)

This shit is showtime, like when Magic played Bird (cap)

You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb (you ain't from the hood, ****!)

Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras (uh-huh)

Mac with the compressor sittin' on the dresser (brr)

I'm applyin' all the pressure, I am the aggressor (the Machine!)

Send my dog to stretch ya, lay you on a stretcher (get them ****)

I don't fuck wit' rappers, you can't get a verse from me

Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally (what up, my ****?)

I could sent a shooter through and have you murked for me

**** don't want problems, they wanna work for me (you want a job!)

Yay sit in the pan, BAPE shit in Japan (uh-huh)

If I know the **** snake, I don't shake the **** hand (fuck that ****)

I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand

You'll need an operation when I spray shit, ****, scram (brr)

I swear I'm in a hell of a zone

Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on

I ain't drop a album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown

Could've been worse, I could be callin' from the jail on the phone

Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone

Don't make me hit you in yo' head with this chrome (boom-boom-boom!)

Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known

I mash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone (vroom!), Machine, bitch, ah!

You know wassup, ****

I ain't playin' wit' you fuck ****

Haha, yeah, Machine, bitch

This shit is legendary

You see my face on all them murals, ****

All them different countries, ****

All them different cities that I ain't from, ****

You see the motherfuckin' shirts

You see the motherfuckin' CDs

And the vinyls sellin' out in minutes, ****

**** be waitin' on them shirts like a Supreme dropped, ****

Haha, yeah, I told you ****, it's gettin' spooky

Smash and scrape, we takin' over all this shit, ****

Hehe, yeah