Byrd Call lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
OW!

Whoo!
Whoo
C2

Turn me up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Phone
Phone

3peat
Phone
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat

Double S
Double S
Lets go!

Yeah Nuez, these motherf*ckers, where my shades at?
(Where my shades at dawg?)
This for all you hating ass b*tches
That thought it was over
It will never stop
You b*tch!
[Pre Hook: Robb Bank$]
Aye
I might make her suck it on the camera
All I'm missing is a scandal
I remix it like it's Karo
I bet Ashley want me back now
It's the Dream Team boy we pass them
Slap you, remove your face tattoos
I walk in that talking did it
I flew in the ruffle feathers

Moonwalk
My thriller renown
No snitch might single them out
Got head on the couch (I do)
I'm allergic to b*tch
I just blew my nose in her blouse
They tell you it's round (Whoo!)
That b*tch had you around
My ad-libs is out in her mouth
These pus*y n*ggas make me so sick
I got to drink a whole pint of Coke with it
With the birds goes though (though)
b*tch it ain't a rooftop (No!)
Brad Pitt at the shows (I do)
Best lookin' n*gga in the mall (I do!)
She DM'ed me like I gave a f*ck
But she tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Know its Double S butt-f*cking inglorious
The roid n*gga no flock
[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Byrd call
Byrd call
n*gga, Bird call
Byrd call
Byrd call
n*gga, Byrd call
Phone on
From the side, turn the phone on
Can't stop, won't stop
n*gga, Byrd call

[Verse 2: Robb Banks]
b*tch needa' chill with the texting that calling
You play to much
Got BBS so with your BM's
She hopped I'm my DM's
I know that lil' lady loves
No touching no touching
No kids though you must be sick
Cause we do not do babies here
Yeah f*ck n*gga
You must be mental or Hansel & Gretel
I do not follow crumbs
My n*gga I was gun toting
Sold a hundred pack off Copans
Even when I ain't have nothing
Meliodas with the broke sh*t
Now my money overflowing'
Kicking sh*t up in New York
Walk in the 300 office
I'm the big boss, Cohen
Extravagant, Savagery
You know I'm back in it
Mike Jack's in it
Nose Job, my n*gga you smelling me
Killin' it, Last week
f*cked a native American
Tore her back up, bare
Felt like the Revenant

[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Byrd call
Byrd call
n*gga, Bird call
Byrd call
Byrd call
n*gga, Byrd call
Phone on
From the side, turn the phone on
Can't stop, won't stop
n*gga, Byrd call

[Pre Hook: Robb Bank$]
Aye
I might make her suck it on the camera
All I'm missing is a scandal
I remix it like it's Karo
I bet Ashley want me back now
It's the Dream Team boy we pass them
Slap you, remove your face tattoos
I walk in that talking did it
I flew in the rubber feathers