The Birds Out lyrics
by Luh Tyler
[Intro: sswampbabyy]
The birds out
The birds out, n*gga
The birds out
[Chorus: sswampbabyy]
I been coolin', I ain't been on that gangster sh*t
n*ggas testin' me and sh*t like I won't get that n*gga hit
We ain't in grade school, I ain't fightin' with my fists, I'm tryna scratch him off the list
Put a bag up on his head, tell 'em, ''Make sure he don't exist''
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, n*gga (Be quiet)
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, n*gga (Be quiet)
Clutchin' on my tool, I want war with any n*gga
Man, murder on no West Coast, thuggin' with it, n*gga
[Verse 1: sswampbabyy]
Say I been coolin', n*gga
n*gga act up in this b*tch, I'ma start shootin' n*ggas
n*ggas be dissin', I hope he got that tool with him
I won't speak on what I did, neither what I do, n*gga (What I do, n*gga)
Speakin' on my name made me act a fool, n*gga
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, speakin' on my name made mе act a fool, n*gga
Took off with this rap, these b*tches, thеy be actin' rude, n*gga
Headed to the top, just like the wind, I think I blew, n*gga
Chasin' cake, now I get paid to rap up in that stu', n*gga
Yeah, I get paid to rap up on that mic
Ballin' on these b*tches, dunk on n*ggas, I feel just like Shaq
Watch out for these b*tches, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (Alright, n*gga)
On a road to riches, get them digits, need my pockets right (Pockets right, n*gga, n*gga)
Need my pockets right (What? Ayy)
Dunk on n*ggas, I feel just like Shaq (Huh?)
Yeah, stand on business, it's gon' be alright (n*gga, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
[Chorus: sswampbabyy]
I been coolin', I ain't been on that gangster sh*t
n*ggas testin' me and sh*t like I won't get that n*gga hit
We ain't in grade school, I ain't fightin' with my fists, I'm tryna scratch him off the list
Put a bag up on his head, tell 'em, ''Make sure he don't exist''
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, n*gga (Be quiet)
Shh-shh, the birds out, the birds out, n*gga (Be quiet)
Clutchin' on my tool, I want war with any n*gga
Man, murder on no West Coast, thuggin' with it, n*gga