Lyrics Birds In The Bando - Symba

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)

Look, contraband in the cupboard, we trap for the summer
This work would make your hair stand up like my shampoo
Cali boy, but I'm dodgin' in New York, undercover
We push bubba, clean crystallish wretch rubber

He go to play, five days, get fifty-k
That's ten a day, kick-flips, no sneaker game
Extended stays, hoppin' away, he gettin' paid
See the risk we take avoiding the Jakes with no mistakes

Bitch, think you s'posed to blow it all on dinner dates
Just to tongue wrestle? I ain't triple-H
Are you in and out the states? They livin' outta suitcase
This Rollie has no time to send a boujie bitch a bouquet

You don't think Thottiana wanna sniff until she blue faced
This the shit the doctor prescribed to numb your toothache
Brodie wanna rap, but he too caught up sellin' souffle
He get them kicks, then he push 'em like Lupe (ooh)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (god damn)

Money pull up to the corner store
The junkies' Cupid Shuffle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's just Balenciaga bricks in that Dior duffle (you sellin' that)
You wanna make the profit double, make the pot bubble
Oh that line 'em up (what's up boy?)

Bricks on the dashboard, fast money, fast cars
Tryna knock a cash daughter, push packs out the glass bar
Make that money fast forward, still trap out a rad 'fford
They know I got it for cheap, what the fuck would you ask for?

Confiscated like the task force, they just can't order us (nah)
Silicone valley, boy, I'm just getting started up
Pull up on your block, get your big homie collared up (come here, nigga)
Jah Gotti couldn't mob with us, ayy

Don't be calling us, if you ain't getting money, you can't ball with us
My niggas in the big leagues, and I don't think you're tall enough
We walkin' up, but I don't think you crawled enough (real shit)
That's the fairest man, I swear they done it all the catch us (my nigga)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)

Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)