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Bird Business
Ooh Yeah
Tryna find myself in these drugs, and these pills, and this lean
She say she so into me, but it because of my money
If you tryna' keep this shit limited to one I got what you need
I got what you need
Tells the pigs free Sosa
We tryna' leave em' slumped over
Nodded off by myself cause I just pour a three in my soda
I hear you tryna' cross me over
Cross me once then its over
I don't ever think Ima' be sober
Think Ima' cash out a Range Rover
RIP my fallen soldiers
Baby girl I know I gotta' stay focused
Let one of these niggas take me then my niggas sliding in a Ford Focus
I thought a lot of ones was real, thought that they would kill, but they turned bogus

I can see you from across the room
Baby girl I'm reading the room
Tryna' take you home with me, baby girl come to my crib and kick off yo' shoes
All of these drugs that I'm on got me on the moon
Money, power, respect
Get the money then you could never lose
I'm bigger then all of my opposition
Richer then all of my opposition
Wishing they was up in my position
We put these sticks of in transition
In the cat fucked up the transmission
Tried to flip that boy, failed mission
Chains on my body try to take them you gon' take sum' mother fucking shell witcha'
What in my bank account, seven figures
My brotha' go to jail I'm there witcha'
Keep my circle small, no stale niggas
I had toke alot of L's with them
Now I'm like some fucking stairs nigga
Filling my Glock up with ammunition
Gotta watch out for the laws nigga

Tryna find myself in these drugs, and these pills, and this lean
She say she so into me, but it because of my money
If you tryna' keep this shit limited to one I got what you need
I got what you need
Tells the pigs free Sosa
We tryna' leave em' slumped over
Nodded off by myself cause I just pour a three in my soda
I hear you tryna' cross me over
Cross me once then its over
I don't ever think Ima' be sober
Think Ima' cash out a Range Rover
RIP my fallen soldiers
Baby girl I know I gotta' stay focused
Let one of these niggas take me then my niggas sliding in a Ford Focus
I thought a lot of ones was real, thought that they would kill, but they turned bogus

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