RICHIE RICH - Birds lyrics

rate me

To all my hustler niggas

To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin

You know what I'm talkin bout?

Fuckin with the birds...

Check this out

Bring me back a soda and I don't mean a Sprite

I need the armor hammer so my shit'll bounce right

I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons

Fuck till November, I be gone till June

Summer ain't shit if you ain't got the coke

Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes

Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard

Out of town niggas livin half a bird

What you fuckin with?

Tell em what you fuckin with

I'm pushin birds...

Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch

He be movin things for like 13.6

Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game

Let's get them driver numbers, 18 a thing

Wanna-be niggas can't tell him shit

Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit

Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth

Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out

Smoked

The nigga got smoked

Violated fuckin with them birds...

Niggas round the world screamin they want some

Used to get my shit from a straight Columb'

Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down

Now only Mex hold weight in the Town

Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs

Now that's the type of shit that get your ass fucked up

I'm spendin big bread so I need the cream

Cook 10 zips, bring back 14

Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ???

Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain't him

Niggas in the Town gettin mad at the rich

Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch

Cause I ain't fuckin with you

Snitch nigga, I ain't fuckin with you

Have your bitch get your birds...

I'm puttin up numbers so I'm changin the stats

You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats

All my Israeli with the Gaza chops

Fully automatic, brand new in the box

A funny style nigga but his guns be good

He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood

Smelly muthafucka, sto' filled with nats

Never woulda thought he had the gats

Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird

With this type of shit I knew his ass'll stay in fur

Either way it go I'm spendin loot

Cause niggas got the word that it's birds in the coop

And they stay in there

Nigga, AK's in there

Come and try to get my birds...

2.2 36 or a g

Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d

Man's best friend, nigga, fuck a dog

Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog

My bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun'

Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun

Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real

Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal

Believe me

I'm born and raised with em

Nigga, I stays with em

Pluckin feathers off the birds...

To all my muthafuckin cola-rollers

Out of muthafuckin controllers

Understand me?

Get that bread, nigga

Crack pays

In so many muthafuckin ways

I used to sell $2 rocks

Nigga, $1.5 rocks, nigga

On the real, I had 80 cent rocks