Birdie

[Intro: G.U.N.]
Yeah, yeah
Too many sticks don't play with
Boy, I'll blow your shit back
Geekin' up, geekin' up
Yeah

[Chorus: G.U.N.]
Let the birds talk, catch a birdie, yeah
Packies lit, donut like a derby, yeah
Speed demon, racin' like a derby, yeah
She gon' suck and blow me just like Kirby, yeah
Got some niggas that's gon' do you dirty, damn
Heard that she go crazy on a Perky, yeah
Two tools and both of 'em flirty, yeah
But I can't worry 'bout that, I gotta catch that birdie
Hoes come in, they be like brrr, yeah
I just brrr, yeah, that pack is full
Brrr, keep the phone ringin'
Brrr, yeah, that pack is full

[Verse 1: Eastern Chapo]
I come through your hood, I'ma shoot it up
I got them Glocks with them hundred round drums
I fuck on your bitch and I fuck on her moms
I just did a sin and I read a psalms
Came through a city, I geeked it up
Your bitch a freak, yeah, we fucked
Gave her that dick, now she stuck
I walk with this Draco in public, no tuck
You diss on my niggas, I'm pullin' right up
Sendin' them shots, fuckin' shit up
I beat all my cases, I can say it's luck
Them niggas, they tried me, I ain't give a fuck
The police got behind me then I just speed race
She suckin' my dick and no I cannot see straight
Not shaking a hand with your nigga 'cause he fake
I'm watchin' you niggas 'cause you niggas be snakes

[Chorus: G.U.N.]
Let the birds talk, catch a birdie, yeah
Packies lit, donut like a derby, yeah
Speed demon, racin' like a derby, yeah
She gon' suck and blow me just like Kirby, yeah
Got some niggas that's gon' do you dirty, damn
Heard that she go crazy on a Perky, yeah
Two tools and both of 'em flirty, yeah
But I can't worry 'bout that, I gotta catch that birdie
Hoes come in, they be like brrr, yeah
I just brrr, yeah, that pack is full
Brrr, keep the phone ringin'
Brrr, yeah, that pack is full

[Verse 2: G.U.N.]
Cut that dope like I'm Wolverine
Tell me what the fuck you need
Yeah, keep that yadda mean
Muddy cup, two fours of lean
Beat her pussy, then she sing
Bird call like Charlie Sheen
We got drugs like it's 'phetamine
Countin' rackades 'til my fingers bleed
Yeah, let them birds in, let them birds in
Traphouse back like wobble fat
That black on black, we robbin' shit
The chopper clear a moshpit
She jumpin' dick like moshpits
Gettin' neck just like an ostrich
That money machine on Bond shit

[Chorus: G.U.N.]
Let the birds talk, catch a birdie, yeah
Packies lit, donut like a derby, yeah
Speed demon, racin' like a derby, yeah
She gon' suck and blow me just like Kirby, yeah
Got some niggas that's gon' do you dirty, damn
Heard that she go crazy on a Perky, yeah
Two tools and both of 'em flirty, yeah
But I can't worry 'bout that, I gotta catch that birdie
Hoes come in, they be like brrr, yeah
I just brrr, yeah, that pack is full
Brrr, keep the phone ringin'
Brrr, yeah, that pack is full