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wifisfuneral

It's A Bird! It's A Plane!

 

It's A Bird! It's A Plane!

(album: EV3RYTHING SUCKS - 2019)


[wifisfuneral:]
Imagine that was my shit right there, haha
Yeah, stack it up, rack it up, I get it, yeah
I hit up seven, no, not 7Eleven
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy

Oh, it's a bird, it's a plane (Brrt)
Oh, that's an opp? Well, he in the grave (Yeah)
Them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (Yeah)
I was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (Yeah)
Okay, this guap just got me splurging (Ooh)
Dipping in that big body suburban and I'm swerving (Ooh)
Main bitch, she complaining, so I bought that bitch a Birkin (Shut up)
She smile and forgive me so I did that shit on purpose (Haha)
Stunting like my daddy but this ain't Weezy and Birdman (No)
Ayy, back in '96, my daddy used to flip the birds then (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
That's a fact (Yeah)

And now I'm back up on that ass
Too many stripes, this shit ain't plaid
I know my enemies hate me on purpose
I'm going up, and they stay mad (Ooh)
Okay, don't ever think it's up, bitch (Ooh)
We might fuck you up and I got paps up in that clutch, trick
Throw a damnit at him if he think he doing something (Wow)
Demon [?] .45 when it get to bussing
I pop the Xanax now I see demons when they lurking (Pop)
They want at that top, boy, I'm 'bout it so don't assert me (Ayy, don't assert)

[ratchet roach:]
Pull up on the curb, ayy
Scraps out, MACs out, get low, limbo, timber
Cold December, do you remember?
I was hitting licks and shit
Demons had me bad down on my dick and shit
Dick in the feline, bitch
Strawberry key-lime, bitch
Hit you with a stick like dick-on, bitch
To the upper room of this bitch
Flew in with a broom in this bitch
Make his ass twist, twist and shout (Twist and shout)
Got a new waiver, bitch
Living out dreams that you wishing
And my F& filled up with hollow-tips with them dicks
I could clear a nigga face like kitchen
Last bitch left, she don't know what she missing
I'm turned up, nigga, I ain't learned my lesson
Turned up, nigga, I'm sweating
Turned up, nigga, in the moshpit, every nigga 'round me reckless
Living like me, y'all die by the necklace
If you didn't slide I'ma [?] like a [?]
Hold up, yeah, yeah

[wifisfuneral:]
Oh, it's a bird, it's a plane (Brrt)
Oh, that's an opp? Well, he in the grave (Yeah)
Them racks, they touch from the ground to my face (Yeah)
I was tip-toeing them stacks just to change (Yeah)
Okay, this guap just got me splurging (Ooh)
Dipping in that big body suburban and I'm swerving (Ooh)
Main bitch, she complaining, so I bought that bitch a Birkin (Shut up)
She smile and forgive me so I did that shit on purpose (Haha)
Stunting like my daddy but this ain't Weezy and Birdman (No)
Ayy, back in '96, my daddy used to flip the birds then

done

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