BIRD CHEST lyrics

[Part l]

[Intro]
Treat that n*gga like Raising Canes
n*gga, I alr—, n*gga, I already know how to get him
Yeah, lame-ass n*gga, already know how I get down
n*gga need to stop—, oh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it is what it is, I hop in the crib, I brought me a bib
She talkin' too crazy, look at my crib
Send me a baddie, I call up my dibs
Yeah, n*ggas is p*ssed, hol' it
My n*gga on a p*ss, hol' it
My wrist got a cyst, hol' it
I'm sippin' on Cris', hol' it, yeah
This ho got the wrong one, think I care 'bout a kiss
These n*ggas are weirdos, think I care 'bout a diss
I call up my brother, huh, I call up two shorties, huh
Give a f*** 'bout the rubber, huh
I fill her with paint, huh, I give her some color, huh, huh
I'm prayin' to God, huh, I pass it like roller, huh

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah (Push it)
Yеah, yeah (Push it)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
b*tch, I want spacе in the earth, I put his face on the dirt
Yung Lean, I make it hurt, yeah
White tee all on my shirt, yeah
Rub by the time you think they blamin'
Who the hell put the lean on my Fanta?
I call up Yachty when I'm in Atlanta
He talkin' crazy, get hit with the hammer
I went to college, I got me some grammar
Shawty, she sloppy, I bought her a planet

[Part ll]

[Intro]
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha-ha, lame-ass n*ggas
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
Yeah, n*gga think it's competition, this is not a standoff
They say they got paper, okay, let's go have a band-off
Rick Owens, all white, I feel like I'm Gandalf
n*gga think he ratted in my lane, then he get ranned off
Heard you got some opps, n*gga, you a nerd
Why you drivin' to the hood? 'Cause you livin' in the 'burbs
Told that n*gga, ''Be yourself,'' no, the truth could really burn
Why he dissin' on the brick? Talk 'bout, ''Who tryna get served?''
Go to Waikiki, n*gga, that's Hawaii if you knew
Call up Habibi, he like, ''n*gga, who we finna shoot?''
I just caught the whip so I had to tell my n*gga Bruce
Once I'm done with these retainers, I put thirty on my tooth (For real)
Step out the track (Uh-huh), n*ggas they know I'm back (Uh-huh)
Bro got a scope, the MAC (Uh-huh), no, I don't fight, I scrap (Uh-huh)
I told him "Hold the strap" (Uh-huh), shawty, she like the gap (Uh-huh)
I told her, ''Hold the front'' (Uh-huh), I told her, ''Show your crack,'' (Uh-huh) yeah
n*ggas sayin', ''Bro, what happened?'' (What happened? Huh)
n*gga talkin' crazy, so we slapped him (So we slapped him)
Just like Chuck E., this some cheese, we gon' wrap him (We're gonna wrap that n*gga)
Heard that n*gga want a feature, so we taxed him (We're gonna tax that n*gga)
Call me Luffy 'cause I'm feelin' like a captain (Ah)
Just like water, baby, all my n*ggas tapped in (Ah)
Catch me in the back-seat, makin' sure they strapped in
n*ggas tryna test me, told that—
[Outro]
Yeah, turn it off, I don't wanna rap anymore