Lyrics For the Birds (Ra Ra) - JL B.Hood

Aye, aye
You hear about JL?
Got all them motherfucking jewels boy
Aye, aye, so check it out, check it out, check it out
Tell me, uh

What you discussin'? Fucking disgusting
When you comfortable, everybody know something
When you wanna know, don't nobody know nothing
Heard through the grapevine what you don't know won't hurt you
Everything fine till the rumors circulate full circle
Usually never into the peer, you willing to lend an ear
It's something you gon' receive
I feel I am made fully aware, bro my heart is over here
I'm wearing it on my sleeve
Don't believe anything that I hear
Half of what I can see and nothing of what I read
These niggas motives are very clear
They plantin', water, and seed, but try go when I did
You could tell I'm a skeptic but let you finish line
New and tell you, collected, ready for winner's time
Tattle-tale reporter, a breath, titles you been assigned
Might as well have said an announcement over the intercom
Heard JL, I was so-so, doing such and such
Get they ass, crew told you play dummy, wasn't us
Then explode or overload if they know too much
Get a hold of the newest gossip, they going nuts

Talk about he say, she say, feedback please say
Ra, ra, ra, ra (ra, ra)
Running they mouth, they relay, repeat, replay
Aye, ya, ya, ya (ya, ya)
Saying that you heard, not what you said in the 3rd
There's a motherfucking li-i-i-i-ya (that's a lie)
Type of shit I gotta curve,
Bruh that shit is for the birds, I will never let it fly-y-y-y
Talk about he say, she say, feedback please say
Ra, ra, ra, ra (ra, ra)
Running they mouth, they relay, repeat, replay
Aye, ya, ya, ya (ya, ya)
Saying that you heard, not what you said in the 3rd
There's a motherfucking li-i-i-i-ya (that's a lie)
Type of shit I gotta curve,
Bruh that shit is for the birds, I will never let it fly-y-y-y

Hoes on a rampage, I'm guessing you over the fan fakes
Lotta sly fox, you gotta watch 'em
Chatter bait on an Instagram page
Die for the cockblocks
End ticks like a gigantic sign cops
Eyes on a cyclops who count pockets and too tall
Get 'em slipping dime drops
Not on my watch, where I tread
Like a bitch hiding a 5 head
If I'm going out, it's with a bang why would I let
Someone try to hang a fucking thang over mine bed
It's over my dead body, play not a life spread
Really rebel remarkin' I lose
I refuse to support 'em, why let 'em fly dude
Hit the floor like reporting live on Channel 5 news
Goddamn

Talk about he say, she say, feedback please say
Ra, ra, ra, ra (ra, ra)
Running they mouth, they relay, repeat, replay
Aye, ya, ya, ya (ya, ya)
Saying that you heard, not what you said in the 3rd
There's a motherfucking li-i-i-i-ya (that's a lie)
Type of shit I gotta curve,
Bruh that shit is for the birds, I will never let it fly-y-y-y
Talk about he say, she say, feedback please say
Ra, ra, ra, ra (ra, ra)
Running they mouth, they relay, repeat, replay
Aye, ya, ya, ya (ya, ya)
Saying that you heard, not what you said in the 3rd
There's a motherfucking li-i-i-i-ya (that's a lie)
Type of shit I gotta curve,
Bruh that shit is for the birds, I will never let it fly-y-y-y