Let da birds out

Yeah, yeah Huh, brr Brr, brr Let the top down, let the birds out, yeah Let the top down, let the birds out Drink a gallon of water a day just to wash the syrup out He used to serve me now his ass got served, wow Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down My nigga just bought him a Patek, he busted it down I looked my brother in his eyes I tell him if he play me, we takin' him down Fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out Fucked 'round, swerved the AMG off the road You play, you lay you know how this shit go (know how it go, know how it go) Made like half a mill' already, I need some more I ain't puttin' my trust in no ho, put the trust in the pole I waste fentanyl on my jacket, it's uppin' the price Princess cut on my neck, my teeth My wrist, my- (yeah), it need no light (need no) Try to take somethin' off me, I swear to God, we takin' his life Glock two-four on me, yeah, R.I.P. Woadie My feature price, it cost a Rollie To all of my niggas As soon as they catch 'em a hat to them it's like trophies I want the AP, but I'ma go Rollie None of these pussy niggas can't fuck with me They ain't havin' no motion I sit in the back of that Ghost and I pour up that purple potion My brothers ain't worried about no motherfuckin' case They gettin' attorneys We still growin' and learnin' (learnin') All of this money burnin' (burnin') Roxi' got my stomach turnin' (turnin') I'ma be that nigga 'til I D-I-E 'Til they motherfuckin' close the curtains (close the curtains) Let the top down, let the birds out Let the top down, let the birds out Drink a gallon of water a day just to wash the syrup out He used to serve me, now his ass got served, wow Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down My nigga just bought him a Patek, he bustin' it down I look my brother in his eyes And tell him if he play me we takin' him down (takin' him down, takin' him down) Yeah, fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out Fuck 'round, take the head right off of you You play, you lay, you know how my niggas do, free Doo They know that I'm gettin' that bag, now they tryna sue Tables turn, I'll put that whole fuckin' bag on you, and you Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down My nigga just bought him an AP, he bustin' it down I look my brother in his eyes And tell him if he play me, we takin' him down Fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out