Bird Call

Aye that's that bird call
All these haters got my nerves bad
Writing rhymes in my word pad feeling like I can't be touched
Drinking VOSS as a chaser
I got to get this paper for my unborn creations

Promise we gon' live it up
We ain't worried about haters
I promise they gon' give it up
And if not we gon' take it
I got a temper this short and I barely got patience

He got a dick this long
I think he from Jamaica
These niggas talking like they killers
I just call them pretenders
I'm getting money with my niggas
I don't want y'all around me
Ain't drop an album in two years these dummies thinking I lost it
They done buried me alive
I'm bout' to climb out this coffin
Let me find out that you hating
I'ma f**k him and suck him
Put a hammer to your head
Got some shit that would shock you
Put the plug in your ass that's them battery chargers
Heard your plug had a shortage need a battery charged
I'm looking in the sky like damn they can't handle your daughter
F**k they mean I'm trying to pull up in that Phantom or something
Dirty Sprite Cream Soda dirty Fanta or something
I couldn't work no 9 to 5
I wasn't good taking orders
But I promise with this music I be feeling immortal
I swear she would have been a beast R I P cousin Portia
And just for you I'm a cop me like two of them Porshes
I was down on my luck I had to use all my sources
No magazine spreads couple funeral service
Time to clean the hood up that community service

We ain't tipping no dancers y'all bitches be worthless
Might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans

I touch souls nigga from the hood to the burbs'
Bitches steady sending shots they confusing their words
I'm a dog with this shit I pooper scooper these turds
Diamonds dancing like Omarion in You Got Served
Tell that lame she don't want it
I been getting money
Stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it

They'll snatch it right up off your neck
Flaunt your shit then sell it back
Nicki said "Stop holding back"
They sleeping on me taking naps
It's time to wake these pussies up
Big dog to these cats
All I know is keep it real
All I know is stating facts
All I know when I get home ain't gonna' do no turning back
All y'all know is turning up don't know how to get a check
Iknow it's my time now
Idon't think they get it yet
Open up your lid and put a symbol on your fitted cap
Think about it let it sit
Yeah bitch remember that
He think that we going far
He should have used this thinking cap
Old flames calling me
They trying to rekindle that
But they know i'm about my money
They know i'm not into that
Sneak dissing twitter shit
Iain't with the internet
Log off and get smacked

I ain't with the chitter chat
Million dollar baby
I'm so million dollar wavy
I can't wait to make a million goin' million dollar crazy
Millionaire in the making
Benjamins and them Franklins
I'm running right next to greatness
Yeah bitch that's a chaser
Niggas be talking crazy but they hustle so lazy
I'm out here grinding for a life that could never be basic
Leave you in the street they gon' yellow that taper
I'm like free my little brother
F**k the law trying to take us