Текст песни Birds

Smoke a thousand blounts and buy a million cars I ain't never had shit so I want it all grind is the times is crazy its got a nigga screamin fuck my ole lady money and power is how I live so shootin strings that tight so I ain't trippin hoe and you can get it now hoe and you can get it right now so we ain't trippin folk hunters regardless show us the targets just tryin get it how we live and live how we get it and we gettin plenty you see it bitch holla mr 2 cold like bring your heater bitch tryin stack my paper tall like made a bitch straight chillin wit ur brawd and a swedish bitch take a days in the jon you should see the shit used to hate back then didn't believe this now doin big things like a freak bitch
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Haters talk shit but we ain't worried bout em we just keep countin paper shootin birds at em fuck a hater we don't care bout em we just keep blowin kush shootin birds at em shootin birds at em I shoot birds at em I let a hata nigga know I ain't worried bout em fake niggas talk shit when they ain't no paper round so I don't care bout em I just shoot birds at em