DR. BIRD'S

Ah

Ayo

Ayo

I'm in Salvatore making Salot Bentayga in three flavors

Shoot the **** now we'll speak later

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Up in Whitney got the MAC with me

Hid behind the Warhol

Dipped to Bergdorf shot up the whole store

Chevy 57 in the back learning lessons

Crack air drying it be ready in a second

(Ah)

Forty chains on halo, I'm a god ****

Fear a god jogger rockin' ****

I don't even jog

Hanging out the wagon sunroof, pick a **** off

The Millie with the chill bezel

(Ah)

All my foreigns red it make me feel special

Banana peel AK I'm looking real extra

We went to cop keys in money green Teslas

(Ah)

Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

(Write "Brick" on my brick, write "Brick" on my brick)

Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

Ayo, Amiri's filled with cash

I'm in the fashion district

(Ah)

Shoot ya momma house just for a half a bicken

All my **** dealing, all my **** killing

Them **** tried to test me, now them **** missing

(Ah)

Milk cartons, I'm still awesome

Water whip coke, I still Voss it Rosé out the faucet

(Ah)

Tell Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

Look, Lil' brodie let off his .30 he aint even flinch

(Okay)

Caught the body, dipped to the A, nobody seen him since

(He got love)

560 Benz and I ain't need the tints

(Rude)

My weakest cent cost more than yo' momma need for rent

(Ha-ha-ha)

That's just for one zip, the drum rip

Leave you rinsed

Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench

(Smell that?)

Rappers come to my city they gon' need consent

(You need a pass)

'Cause we already know you pussy **** we convinced

(Ah)

I told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

(Fine)

The nicest with this shit

Ain't write this, I just spit

White bitch on my dick

This ice drip on my fist

No shoe deal but look at all this Nike shit that I get

(Ha-ha-ha)

On dope street it's white shit that I pitch

2 in the morning on the corner night shift with my blick

(I got it over)

No soda in this off white shit that I whip

I'm rich

Put all this off white shit on my bitch

(Ha)

So if there's smoke we ain't even asking

We just pulling up and somebody gon' see a casket

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hauling Nash and Penny like James Worthy, Kareem and Magic

Every time Grieselda drop this shit gon' be a classic

Yo, I gave cocaine to users

And okays to shooters

(I did)

Im cocky, vintage Versace with the stone face Medusas

Sopranos and Maggianos, we got gold-plated Rugers

This pistol will back flip you and blow your whole brain to Pluto

Got our lives on us

Can we chill?

Eatin' with snakes prolly getting killed

'Cause trust me e'ry family had a Henry Hill

(What up?)

And every man don't got a bending skill

(Nah)

When you this dope it takes at least fifty mill' just to sit me still

Light ten on my whip

White bitch on my dick

Right wrist when I whip

That white brick on my brick

(****)

One way Margelia

That tight shit on my bitch

Butterflies and spikes, that type shit on my kicks

These rappers wanna be trendy

They hoes wanna be friendly

But never, she wear Forever 21 like it's Fendi

I told that bitch it's Givenchy

She pronounce it "Givenchy"

She wanna fuck me and run through all my accounts till they empty

What would chine gun do?

I'm still thinking militant

Old paraphernalia laying around, I got rid of it

(I sold it, I did)

Settled all my differences

I really had a chicken with a tree stamp like I stepped on it with a Timberland

The butcher, ****