Bird Call (Explicit)

Bird Call (Explicit) - AJ Tracey

It sounds like nyge

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

People listen when I speak

Wear my glisten on the street

Dripping water man ah leak tweak

Always drunk I never geek

Hel hella girls all wanna meet greet

Say they love me in a tweet

Oh my

Tryna text me that's a myth

That's a myth

Mythological Greek

Notting Hill and Ladbroke Grove

Due to move up to a creek

Mini Uzi looking peak

Coup couple issues for a neek

All these paigons tryna creep

Faded every single week

Mummy called me saying cut it out

I said it really isn't deep

Nev never cheated man I kept it thug

Reddest bottoms like I stepped in blood

Rappers lying on their smoke

Ly lying on it like they slept in drugs

You tried to remix my classic

I heard your riddim and your version sucks

I need marble in my kitchen

Alex alexander silk and Persian rugs

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

New new number

Girl's tryna sleep in my jumper

Treat the new whip like a bumper

Call of Duty man ah come like a thumper

All of my b**ches are boujee

All of my niggas are boujee

Drop a rackade on the ruley

Don't spill the drink on my ksubi's

Designer on me I'm mismatched

She gives brain I can't kiss that

Bro's machine got no kick back

We have we have birds and we whip that

My lightskin jawn too wavy

Peng like KFC gravy

But but she can't call me a baby

Does she chat to rappers man maybe maybe

Bro she a bird

Bro she a bird

That's that's what I heard

That's what I heard

But you wanna wife her and take her to yours

That sh*t is absurd

That sh*t is absurd

I glide on the curb

I glide on the curb

My my bars are my word

My bars are my word

Sneak dissing rappers try send for the Trace

But they're all in the dirt

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

I've got sons I've got clones

I've got birds on my phones

I've got birds on my Gucci

Got rackades on my stones

She don't know me she knew me

I ain't wifing no Suzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones