Birdies lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Cootie]
Go (Go)
I can't see, I'm blind to bullsh*t, all I see is signs (Woo)
Out of words, I parked on the curb, zaza in my eyes (Gas)
Right on sight, l'ma shoot my 9 while I keep it on my side (My 30)
I love Britney 'cause she keep her secrets with me every time (Hey)

[Chorus: Cootie]
f*cked on Keke, she be glad to see me, so I keep her 'round (Come here)
n*gga peewee, they couldn't see me, shoot an E.P. chopper sound (Look)
Police confiscated my 60, I go buy a hundred round (Let's get it)
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down, yеah (Ha)

[Verse 1: Cootie]
Touch that bird, it's bright and early, man, my hand been on for hours (It's morning)
Boy, mama ain't raised no dumbass n*gga and pops ain't prep no count (No)
Gеt somethin' big, gon' shake somethin', n*gga, know we spend, we stackin' for hours (All right)
Lil' bro rob or gon' rape somethin', n*gga, like, give me that sh*t, no masks, it's ours, yeah (Hey)
b*tch, ayy, don't get cracked on the back of the head

[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
For the money, we leavin' him dead
n*gga play and it's off with his head
Lil' bro come through slime and hop out with that Drac' and leave sh*t dead
I'm with kings, we pourin' pints, still out the bottle, we sippin' red
Uh, still look like I ain't famous, this street sh*t get dangerous
n*gga lost his life for IG likes, a dead n*gga turn famous
Stuck up in my ways, this street sh*t got me paid, so I ain't changin'
No route
Cootie pass the ball, in the bowl, they comin' in, move in and out
Different hoes up in the trap, send different b*tches on different routes
My lil' n*gga gon' walk him down, put twenty shots up in his mouth Went Johnny Dang up in the drought, went Flawless Gang, but no pop out
[Pre-Chorus: Cootie]
Go (Go)
I can't see, I'm blind to bullsh*t, all I see is signs (Woo)
Out of words, I parked on the curb, zaza in my eyes (Gas)
Right on sight, l'ma shoot my 9 while I keep it on my side (My 30)
I love Britney 'cause she keep her secrets with me every time (Hey)

[Chorus: Cootie]
f*cked on Keke, she be glad to see me, so I keep her 'round (Come here)
n*gga peewee, they couldn't see me, shoot an E.P. chopper sound (Look)
Police confiscated my 60, I go buy a hundred round (Let's get it)
You gon' take what I come serve, but we gon' shut your hustle down, yeah (Ha)