Birds lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ah, it's Duvy
(Ooh, J Mak)

[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
f*ck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock, blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Fillin' his whip, put you in the past
Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden
Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
f*ck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock, blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Fillin' his whip, put you in the past
Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden
Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics

[Break]
Has it, dash it
I do me with confidence
17 bandits
She eat me up, a hungry b*tch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
Posted in wife beater
[Verse 1]
Yeah, stop tryna kill my high
Lil' Duvy a high roller
I could see the fake inside your mind even if I was blind
And you know the police right behind us, scream, "Free 9"
And shawty with me, hella thick, she fine, she by my side
Bro I had to trench this sh*t
She know how real it gets
But I can't trip, I got it by my side, that iron
Love or hate, boy, let's get down
All alone, boy, free 2 times

[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
f*ck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock, blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Fillin' his whip, put you in the past
Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden
Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics

[Break]
Has it, dash it
I do me with confidence
17 bandits
She eat me up, a hungry b*tch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
Posted in wife beater
[Verse 2]
See, I seen too much
n*ggas change, so what?
Youngings on a mission
Slide in fashion, they just want more guns
Stack funds, add up
Rack up, pack in
Can't have my trust behind my back 'cause too much n*ggas so slimey
I'm so black hearted, mad wrong
I'll be honest, I'm wrong
Yeah, fourteen, gone rogue
Real one, from then, man, it's real fun

[Chorus]
I wanted the bag, she wanted the love
f*ck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine
Under the belt, big G-lock, blast
I hit it for real, left her in the past
Fillin' his whip, put you in the past
Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden
Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice
Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics

[Break]
Has it, dash it
I do me with confidence
17 bandits
She eat me up, a hungry b*tch
Clothesline seen her
You can't see the heater
Skrrt off fast, Beamer
Posted in wife beater
[Outro]
(M10 Productions)