Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BIRDBOY, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 17.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BIRDBOY |
| Ayy, huh? |
| Yeah |
| I don’t even think y’all niggas ready |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (DJ Jazz, nigga) |
| They not ready, bruh |
| Tay, they ready? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Tay said no |
| Wait, yeah (Real trap shit nigga) |
| Bullets hit a nigga up like I’m playing Pac-Man |
| Choppa got a kickback, leave him on a kickstand |
| Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah, I’m the shit, man |
| Nigga talking shit so I fired on his bitch ass |
| Glock freeze him up, yeah (huh, huh) |
| Called that freeze tag |
| Choppa leave him stuck, yeah, uh, that’s a diss, man |
| If a nigga play, I’ma hit him broad day with a K |
| Make a nigga go ah, yeah |
| Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah |
| Fucking on another nigga bae, yeah |
| Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah |
| Nigga, I’m real, you fake, yeah |
| I be toting them Glizzies, we love toting guns |
| I do it for real, you do it for fun |
| When the opps see me, you know they gon' run |
| I hang out the window, shoot shit like LeBron |
| You know that I hit him, I had to get him |
| They thought I was bowling, I had to split them |
| 7.62 cut 'em down the middle |
| Cookin' 'em up like a fucking McGriddle |
| Saw me in the gang and you know that I’ma scope, bitch |
| Pull up with the gang, twist the finger, make it bang |
| To be honest I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed |
| Bullets falling out the sky, let that bitch rain |
| Two, three shots take 'em out with a bang |
| Back in the summer I didn’t have a name |
| Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hanging |
| choppa she say that you slangin' |
| Hit from the back, have her change her language |
| Huh, huh? |
| What the fuck? |
| Bitch, stop callin' my phone |
| I hit her one time, then I leave her alone |
| I know I’m not right 'cause I’m doing her wrong |
| Just like a dog, I just want a bone |
| We makin' 'em serve, we servin' the cone |
| I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone |
| I’m cold with this shit like my first name was Stone |
| I’m still a menace, wait, what the fuck? |
| I am a devil, whole 'nother level |
| I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable |
| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible |
| I, I, I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ nigga) |
| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (the realest shit out the |
| streets) |
| I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable |
| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible |
| Back in eighth grade, I was lame, I was boostin' |
| Now I’m up in high school gettin' head from a tutor |
| Used to be a father, graduated to a shooter |
| Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles |
| I’m a big dog, little nigga, you a poodle |
| I sell a bitch a dream like my name young ruler |
| Pop off like I’m Martin, bullets bless him, That’s a hallelujah |
| Rrrrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow |
| Slatt, slatt (Ayy, shoot it) |
| Choppa |