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Doe Boy

Bird Gang

 

Bird Gang

(album: In Freebandz We Trust 2 - 2017)


Cardo Got Wings
Freebandz Gang
Don't nothing come before the bird nigga
That's on the gang nigga

I was stealing out the sto' since I was in the third grade (True story!)
OG got a package, he gon' need a bird cage (Whoo!)
Eliante diamonds nigga, see these bird chains? (Gang gang!)
FBG the fucking gang nigga, it's a bird thing (Freebandz!)

Keep them guns out my house, yeah that's what my mother say
She a slave to the gang, yo BM a runaway
Don't come down Knowles, better turn the other way
Empty out this magazine 'til I can't turn another page
All these niggas sweet, they ain't never tryna meet
Hit my phone so we can link, you too busy posting tweets
So if you don't fuck with me, when you see me better not speak
Better off not tryna beef, better turn the other cheek
Got a bust down rollie so you know I got it on me
I ain't capping, ask my brodies, bitch I really think I'm Tony
No you not no shooter, you just gangster with emojis
I be shooting like Ginobli, you be shooting like you Smokey
Rubber band money gang nigga, we not no joke
Bentley or the Ghost, couldn't choose, I want both
At these niggas throat, he a hoe, he gon' choke
Nigga said he want smoke, tell that bitch we blow smoke
We got shottas, we got choppas, we got Vets in real life
I ain't faking on no song that's on my set this real life
Pull up with that broom stick, I toe tags in real life
No these ain't no playoffs, you gon' get swept in real life
He said I ain't with the shits, wish you really would nigga
I smack 'bout any nigga, tell you I ain't hood nigga
All these haters wanna rob me, know you wish you could nigga
Catch me posted on my block with all my chains, I'm good nigga
I'm a legend in the making, killing all the faking
Rob him at the top, I heard his crown for the taking
Shoot 'em, I ain't patient, told 'em I ain't playing
We gon' get this money even if we gotta take it

I was stealing out the sto' since I was in the third grade (True story!)
OG got a package, he gon' need a bird cage (Whoo!)
Eliante diamonds nigga, see these bird chains? (Gang gang!)
FBG the fucking gang nigga, it's a bird thing (Freebandz!)

done

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