Bird Call Lyrics – OMB Peezy (feat. Skilla Baby)
Look, look like I do politics, in court wearin’ a suit and tie
I don’t wanna talk if you never seen a brain oozin’ out
I see how y’all be handlin’ *** niggas, what you gon’ do with I?
Nothin’, niggas don’t wanna try ’cause I be bustin’ (Uh)
Thuggin’, ***, I send a signal, they gon’ serve y’all
Think I’m Cash Money, I rub my hands and make a bird call (Brr)
Used to be broke, now I *** on niggas like when a turd fall
That’s how it sound like when I errk out
I remember them days was a youngin tryna snatch a purse off, huh
I don’t step, ***, I stomp, I feel like Kirk, dog
Kirk Franklin, tryna send a ***, that ain’t gon’ work, ain’t it?
This overkill Peezy, hit him while he drivin’, got his shirt stained
*** it, I ain’t got no flyers, hop on the plane with it
I’m rushin’, tryna get a milly, I heard Lil Wayne did it
At a show, *** tryna offer me poles, you know we came with ’em
I ain’t legal, but my partner is, hopped on the plane with ’em
Hit the carousel, look at him, “I hope you brung mine”
Wish I had a dollar for every ***’ time I slung iron
Would’ve been the first Black billionaire before Kanye
I can’t teach about no history, but could teach about some gunplay, Peezy
Look, look like I do politics, in court wearin’ a suit and tie
I don’t wanna talk if you never seen a brain oozin’ out
I see how y’all be handlin’ *** niggas, what you gon’ do with I?
Nothin’, niggas don’t wanna try ’cause I be bustin’ (Uh)
Thuggin’, ***, I send a signal, they gon’ serve y’all
Think I’m Cash Money, I rub my hands and make a bird call (Brr)
Used to be broke, now I *** on niggas like when a turd fall
That’s how it sound like when I errk out (Thuggin’)
A *** play with me, I’ma bust him
Trap bustin’, man, I be out here hustlin’
He be hangin’ with the opps, I’m beefin’ with my cousin
Nobody came here to see you, oh, this David Ruffin?
Eat the beef like some fast food, I’m not bluffin’
Drive-thru, hit a *** in his Egg McMuffin
I’m not arguin’ with no ***, I’m not cussin’
Let a *** say what he want, please don’t touch me
Ask what happened to them last niggas that tried to rush me
Two rose-gold Rollies on, look like cuff links
*** the courtroom, only God can judge me
*** America, my new *** from Belize, huh
Look, look like I do politics, in court wearin’ a suit and tie
I don’t wanna talk if you never seen a brain oozin’ out
I see how y’all be handlin’ *** niggas, what you gon’ do with I?
Nothin’, niggas don’t wanna try ’cause I be bustin’ (Uh)
Thuggin’, ***, I send a signal, they gon’ serve y’all
Think I’m Cash Money, I rub my hands and make a bird call (Brr)
Used to be broke, now I *** on niggas like when a turd fall
That’s how it sound like when I errk out (Thuggin’)