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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Leech
Austin Leech
Songwriter
Conner Leech
Conner Leech
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Austin Leech
Austin Leech
Producer
Conner Leech
Conner Leech
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Wheezy out of here)
[Verse 2]
Fresh paper, 800
Oowee, Haaa!
1400
(You know, 1400 shit)
Leave that bullshit to the birds
(Big chains on, we just make shit happen)
We just tryna live
(Drippin, drippin', Haaa! Splat!)
[Verse 3]
All that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain't sayin' nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty ****, you some turds, aye
Hating on a boy 'cuz I'm in first place
Runnin', I'm in first place, yeah I'm in first place
Yeah I'm in first place, said I'm in first place
[Verse 4]
All that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain't sayin' nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty ****, you some turds, aye
All these **** hatin' I'm in first place, place
I'm in first place, you ain't nothin' but a bird (Ha!)
[Verse 5]
Dare a **** test me
On a island right now on a jetski
Baby girl bless me
Just like God, baby bless me
**** cannot stress me
'Cause I'm gettin' money with the fucking gang
Diamonds all up on me VVS the gang
[Verse 6]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains I'm still happy
Bad, foreign, little bitch she call me papi
Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck
Bad lil' bitch, big butt, we rich as fuck
And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out
And we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy ****, let the birds walk (Haaa)
[Verse 7]
You just mad I got the bands over you
Made a million dollars, fuck the fans over you
In the back of the cut, sipping cranberry juice
Yeah, I'm so sauced up, yeah
They was wishing that they caught up
For the reason I was brought up
Because I said I ball **** like Vince Carter
Slaughter your daughter, bitch I go harder, like Mr. Carter
On the gang, bitch
****, fuck you and who the fuck you came with
'Cause all that bullshit you talking for the birds (Ha!)
[Verse 8]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains I'm still happy
Bad, foreign, little bitch she call me papi
Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck
Bad little bitch, big butt, we rich as fuck
And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out
And we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy ****, let the birds walk (Ha!)
Written by: Austin Leech, Conner Leech, Michael Lamar White II, Wesley Glass
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