8 Birds lyrics

[Intro]
- No, it wasn't me though, no!
- C'mere, which one's yo f*ckin' mama?
- Hey, b*tch, this yo' kid right here? I'mma count to three, and I'll blow his lil' head off, okay?
- 1
- That's enough, let's go
- 2, where's the money?!
- Let's go! Let's go!
- No, no, no! No!
- Ohh!
- I said let's go...

[Verse]
Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts
Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust, bodies get struck (Brrt)
Shotty tucked, bakin' soda just so my product can fluff (Whip up)
Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us (Haaa)
Woah... I see you pus*y n*ggas ain't learned (Y'all ain't learned yet?)
So I'mma show you how a bullet from the K burn (Brr brr brr brr)
Homie f*cked up his pack already, nah, say word (Word?)
He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward (Hahahaha!)
Erry bar raw, it's like 8 birds (Uhuh)
And I didn't write a word, hehehe (Wooo)
This sh*t is showtime, like when Magic played Bird (Cap)
You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb (You ain't from the hood, n*gga!)
Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras (Uhuh)
MAC with the compressor sittin' on the dresser (Brr)
I'm applyin' all the pressure, I am the aggressor (The Machine!)
Send my dog to stretch ya, lay you on a stretcher (Get them n*ggas)
I don't f*ck wit' rappers, you can't get a verse from me
Rocking Off White sh*t that Virgil sent me personally (What up, my n*gga?)
I could sent a shooter through and have you murked for me
n*ggas don't want problems, they wanna work for me (You want a job!)
Yay sit in the pan, BAPE sh*t in Japan (Uhuh)
If I know the n*gga snake, I don't shake the n*gga hand (f*ck that n*gga)
I be going ape sh*t when this K sit in my hand
You'll need an operation when I spray sh*t, n*gga, scram (Brrrrrr)
I swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop a album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown
Coulda been worse, I could be callin' from the jail on the phone (Hahahaha!)
Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone
Don't make me hit you in yo' head with this chrome (Boom boom boom!)
Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known
I mash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone (vroom!), Machine, b*tch, ahh!
[Outro]
You know whassup, n*gga
I ain't playin' wit' you f*ck n*ggas
Haha, yeah, Machine, b*tch
This sh*t is legendary
You see my face on all them murals, n*gga
All them different countries, n*gga
All them different cities that I ain't from, n*gga
You see the mothaf*ckin' shirts
You see the mothaf*ckin' CDs and the vinyls sellin' out in minutes, n*gga
n*ggas be waitin' on them shirts like a Supreme dropped, n*gga
Haha, yeah, I told you n*ggas, it's gettin' spooky
Smash and scrape, we takin' over all this sh*t, n*gga
Hehe, yeah