[Intro]
Woo, you hear that? (Woo) Yeah, I think I do
I don't know what it is but it sounds funky
Yeah, huh, okay, huh
Damn, it really sound like I'm 'bouta do the cha-cha on this beat (Yeah), haha
(Fukkit, hah) Yeah (Do the cha-cha), okay
Yeah (Outta this world like Jupiter), uh
[Verse]
My body too sick, fit Plague, make it drip, stain
If the poles out, make it rain, get a bitch paid
Line 'em up like sixth grade, pussy smell like fish fillet
Yeah, I cook 'em, burnt like Chick-fil-A, they eat around the plate
Rick Ross my pockets, whip the Aston Martin like Drake
I'ma fuck a bitch then send her back home to your crib safe
I extend my courtesy, I been in her veterbre
Tell me what you earned today—my bad, I ain't heard you say it, uh
You ain't got no game, no wonder why nobody play you, uh
Everybody love me, everybody you know hate you, uh
Put the pole up to yo' face, I ain't gon' come debate you, uh
Still I catch 'em on the hook, I don't even gotta bait you, uh
Bad bitch masturbate me, she want eat my babies, uh
I been busy getting high, busy acting lazy, uh
And my fans getting impatient, they getting tired of waiting, uh
We can stunt like elevators when I'm moving weight in, uh
I'm an atheist but I know I believe in Satan, uh
Running back-up in Chicago like I'm Walter Payton, uh
You don't want the beam to catch you like it's Payton Manning, uh
Think I heard that flow before, resemblance uncanny, uh
I was moving like a zombie when I'm off the Xanny, uh
Boy, you just a pussy but I get inside the panties (Uh-huh)
Had her singing like MJ, are you okay, Annie?
I been too much, that's why these pussy rappers can't stand me (They can't)
The funny part is they can't mention how they backstabbed me (They won't)
I think I'm really way too hot, that's why they can't grab me (I'm too hard)
I'm sorry, bitch, you not that pretty so you can't have me
I do my thing then hit the dash, that's why you can't catch me (Uh-huh)
And don't you say a fucking word 'cause I been trigger-happy
I make the clip bang, it sound like my bitch ass clapping
These people really think it's magic how I make it happen
But you just listen, you don't even know what really happen
I said her titties sitting pretty like a beauty pageant
She said I'm finna give it out but only you can have it
Yes, yes, I am very blessed
Lemme sign my signature and fondle with your breasts
Gimme your credentials, lemme get the home address
Soon as we alone let's change the tone and get undressed
Yes, yes, I get in her flesh
Light it up right when we finished 'cause we having sex
[Outro]
Hah, yah, okay, Fukkit
Bitch, haha, yah
Goddamn Gucci, Louie, three box logos
This nigga got them—
Bird Suit was written by otwljupiter & Fukkit.
Bird Suit was produced by otwljupiter.