Bird Call

It sounds like Nyge

I got sons, I got clothes

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 clothes

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 I leak, tweak

Always drunk, I never geek

Hella girls all wanna meet, greet

Say they love me in a tweet

Tryna text me, that's a myth

Mythological Greek

Nothing Hill and Ladbroke Grove

Due to move up a creek

Mini Uzi looking peak

Couple issues for a neek

All these paigons tryna creep

Faded every single week

Mummy caught me saying cut it out

I said it really isn't deep

Never cheated man I kept it thug

Reddest bottoms like I stepped in blood

Rappers lying on their smoke

Lying on it like they slept in drugs

Trying to remix my classic

I heard you rhythm and your version sucks

I need marble in my kitchen

Alexander silk and Persian rugs

I've got sons, I've got clothes

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 clothes

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 Suzzie

I ain't wifing no hoes

I keep it G to my bones

New number

Girls tryna sleep in my jumper

Treat the new whip like a bumper

Call of duty, man I come like a thumper

All of my bitches are boujee

All of my **** are boujee

Drop a rackade on they ruley

Don't spill the drink on my souvis

Designer on me I'm mismatched

She gives brain, I can't kiss that

Bros's machine got no kick back

We have birds and we whip that

My light skin jawn too wavy

Peng like K.F.C. gravy

But she can't call me a baby

Unless she chose a rappers man, maybe

Bro she a bird

Thats what I heard, but you wanna wife her

And take her to yours

That shit is absurd

I glide on the curb

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 clothes

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 clothes

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