Uh, ByrdGang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin or you campin? 
Just like them bricks we was stampin, gettin rich, bitch 
Car drive itself so I dont need a chauffeur 
F and N in my belt so I dont need a holster 
Been gettin bread, who the fuck needs a toaster? 
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves dont fit, only thing missin is the white Bronco 
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco 
Now Im sellin crypto, but Im not a Crip, though 
But I got that blue liquid sittin in my bank like its Hpno 
Shit, Im on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Dont play, well pull up, just like a pair of Huggies 
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie 
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie 
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds 
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you cant see the stars 
Thats a double entendre if Im drivin the Wraith 
Keep guns like its Contra, cause niggas they die when they safe 
Id rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H 
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
Im a shit popper, but I back it up 
You get locked in the wrong house, Ill have em pack you up 
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit
Poppin, poppin all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh
Im never stoppin, land the jet, had red eyes
Im poppin my shit, loungin in the pilot den
Watchin Power, I aint worried cause Im timeless
Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me
Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani
Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese
All hell is going down if he try to try me
Ima spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy
Im just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny
Diamond worth a hundred thou and its tiny
I just spent a hundred thou and its tiny
Ima spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy
Im just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny