Birds Of A Feather

(アルバム： Blessed Lil Bastards 3 - 2018)

[Yung Mal:]
I got you
Gudda Tay, you a fool for this one
Gudda, mhm
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and my brothers stick together, we like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble, but we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, living better, M&M my favorite letter
1.5 my favorite number, green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burning rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule

When I'm talking, bitch, just shut up
Get your check up, you can do better
Don't let that bullshit get your ass hit up
That lip'll have your ass wet up
I was sleeping on the floor and all them bugs, they used to eat me up
I couldn't even find a ride and all the junkies used to pick me up
And now I pull up with them rackades when I hop out the Dooly truck
I just rolled a Backwood, sparked it up
And you know I got that wooly tucked
Lil Co be busting moves like fuck
Fool halfway home, time almost up
Me and my brothers stick together
My mother they mother, nigga, we share the same blood

Me and my brothers stick together, we like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble, but we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, living better, M&M my favorite letter
1.5 my favorite number, green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burning rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
M&M my favorite letter, 1.5 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
If I show love, then you my brother

[Lil Quill & Yung Mal:]
1.5 my favorite number
Shout out my brother dead and gone, I love you
Green and blue my favorite colors
Stack them dubs, hundreds, by the bundle
I just want smoke, we burning rubber
Full course meal when I at your supper
I just fucked your bitch but I don't love her
Quarter mil one crib, spent that on my mama
Me and my brothers stick together
Dead broke, ain't nan' nigga help us
We like birds of a feather
Send the mail 'cross while we in East Atlanta
Think the feds at the door and we got bags like Santa
I will not flag for no ho, I gave that bitch to Candler

[Yung Mal:]
Me and my brothers stick together, we like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble, but we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, living better, M&M my favorite letter
1.5 my favorite number, green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burning rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
M&M my favorite letter, 1.5 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
If I show love, then you my brother