Byrd

[Verse]
Nigga a trick, so I can't take him serious
Showed 'em what's up, 'cause they said they was curious
I know they despise how I move with my fearlessness
She tells me she hates how I act with the killing shit
How the fuck I can't blow up? It's like [?]
How the fuck I can't blow up? It's like [?]
Working 'til the work slow, I'm up like a Mexican
And I flex hard, they should call me a flexican
Byrd Gang shit, fly as hell like a pelican
They can't operate like me, 'cause I'm the veteran
She can't conversate with me, my bitch badder
He right 'bout the bands, but he moving in the-, damn
He right 'bout the bands, but he moving in the center
You be in the stands, Bloody! balling on the full court
Smoking on this Za, and you smoking on a Newport
[?] could give a fuck 'bout my achievements
Seeing all the fake put me in a mode of defense
Chop took his soul, 'cause he thought he could score on me
What could be better if they had a little more of me?
She can't do no wrong [?]
I shoot, and I miss, I know gang'll catch the ball for me
Every day I sin, so it's no way the lord'll comfort me
I talk to myself, it's no way the lord could comfort me
Pretty, so all the hoes wanna be comfy with me
Fuck this life shit, all the negative stuck with me
Hurting, the pain that I been through stuck with me
I hope she an angel, I hope that she stuck to me
Niggas love to fake it, acting like they fuck with me
I got a heat stick, heat his whole top up
Don't even speak, just proceed to eat my cock up
Rockstar shit, I'm with the band like I'm [?]
Drake in my hand [?] like a rasta
Put her on the camera, and I tell her, "Make the cute face"
Piss the semen on her teeth, Bloody! toothpaste
I don't ever lose, I'll beat you niggas in a footrace
And my bitch short, she remind me of a munchkin
Beat this nigga face into his head just like a pumpkin
You can up or die, lose you life over assumptions
Look at my heart, all you see is the corruption
If I'm making songs, I don't need an interruption