BIRDBOY (Explicit)

BIRDBOY (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts

Ayy huh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Let's go

Tay they ready

Yeah yeah

Tay said no

What yeah

Huh huh

Bullets eat a n***a up like I'm playin' Pac-Man

Choppa got a kick back leave him on a kick stand

N***a call me doo doo yeah I'm the s**t man

N***a talkin' s**t so I fired on his b***h a*s

Glock freeze him up yeah

Call that freeze tag

Chopper leave him stuck yeah

That's a glitch man

If a n***a play I'ma hit him broad day with the K

Make a n***a go ah yeah

Do the race call it Tay K yeah

F**kin' on another n***a bae yeah

Make a n***a shake earthquake yeah

N***a I'm real you fake yeah

I be totin' them glizzies we love totin' guns

I do it for real you do it for fun

When an opp see me you know they gon' run

I hang out the window shoot s**t like LeBron

You know that I hit 'em I had to get 'em

They thought I was bowlin' I had to split 'em

Seven point six two cut him down the middle

Cookin' him up like a f**kin' McGriddle

Sub me in the game

And you know that I'ma score b***h

Pull up with the gang twist your finger make it bang

To be honest I'm an animal

I can't be tamed

Bullets fallin' out the sky let that b***h rain

Two three shots take him out with a bang

Back in the summer I didn't have a name

Now she suck on my d**k while my balls be hangin'

D**n lil' Choppa she say that you slangin'

Hit from the back have her changin' language

What the f**k

B***h stop calling my phone

I hit her one time then I leave her alone

I know I'm not right 'cause I'm doin' her wrong

Just like a dog I just wanna bone

We makin' 'em serve we serve in a cone

I'm a real n***a you cannot clone

I'm cold with this s**t like my first name was stone

I'm still a menace wait

I am a devil whole other level

I'm clutchin' my metal cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my d*ck like that b***h is an edible

I'm clutchin' my metal cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my d**k like that b***h is an edible

I'm clutchin' my metal cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my d**k like that b***h is an edible

Back in eighth grade I was lame I was boostin'

Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from my tutor

Used to be a fighter graduated to a shoota

Shoot him in the head I'm tryna knock out his noodles

I'm a big dog little n***a you a poodle

I sell a b***h a dream like my name Young Ruler

Pop off like I'm Martin Luther

Bless him that's a hallelujah

Hrrrrr

Bop bop bop bop

They shootin'

Slatt slatt

Choppa