BDAY lyrics

[Intro: Chopz]
b*tch (Nito, what up, my n*gga?)
b*tch
b*tch (Nito)

[Verse: Chopz & Babyfxce E]
It's my B-day and I'm tryna catch a B
They try to flick us with the switch, we gon' flee
Talkin' out his mouth, 40 hit him in his teeth
Walk him down, now I gotta get the blood up out my jeans
He think it's blood, but we sippin' on some lean
He think he cut, alright, n*gga, we gon' see
He braggin' 'bout that one pint, lil' n*gga, we got three
You the type to cop a deuce
That's some sh*t I don't even pour up in my juice
I don't want the chop if it can't fit inside my Goose
n*gga, this a Chally, you can't fit inside the coupe
I'm tryna see if this next body can fit inside a suit
Only thing that we slide in is 392
Wanna be a Block boy, I gotta teach you how to shoot
E, I'ma teach 'em how to catch a B
Call a b*tch Pat Bev how she love the D
Ayy, I call my Glock Pac-Man thе way it love to eat (Nito)
Thought my n*gga was an all-star the way hе love the East
Step on him with the chop, I ain't have to use my feet
It's a drum up on the Glock, b*tch, I ain't gotta rap on beat
b*tch pus*y wet like a whole Fiji
She ain't talkin' 'bout f*ckin' me, then the ho leavin'
And you only got one Amiri shirt, I got the whole season
Make 'em put the money in the bag like I'm an old deacon
They tryna turn on Netflix, b*tch, you hoes leavin'
She told her friends how I f*ck her, now these hoes fiendin'
b*tch got her hair fixed, I still broke her down
Name the chop Nick Cannon, b*tch, I'm wildin' out
That n*gga think he slatt, then I'ma slime him out
Y'all heard pullin' up, lil' n*gga, send the route
Y'all braggin' 'bout some sh*t that we already been about
Drive the strikers back to Flint, that's an extra thousand (Nito)
f*ck your lil' b*tch, I don't care how you feel about her
b*tch thought she can fix me, but I'm still a problem
Bro ate a fake pill, he a goblin
Huh, I got grown money, I can hit your mama
These some four-five bullets, these won't miss your noggin
My label playin' catch-up because I keep on droppin'
Same gun in my pants, it's a Drac' (Yop)
They think I'm bougie 'cause I told some b*tches that I'm straight (f*ck on)
Pop his ass, put some weight on him, then push him in the lake
I ain't beefin' with no n*gga if he ain't made nothin' shake
Chase him with the Drac'
I got a b*tch, but I can make your ass my bae
I went OT, now I got cases out of state
Cruisin' in a stoley 'Cat, we don't care about no chase
Bro wear his mask so much, I don't think he got no face
Huh, that n*gga Slenderman
Punchin' di*k down this b*tch with my middle hand (Nito)
You say you a hothead, well, I got a fan
n*ggas really not opps, they really just some fans
43 like a white b*tch, came with a tan
I'm tryna break a n*gga down, shoot him in his shins
Wintertime, Goose on, I do it in my Timbs
Then a faceshot, we ain't doin' no attempts