Текст песни Birdies Keep Calling - Lul Ri

Hop in that free car fishing
I got my cutta wimme, you get cut like a ribbon
And too many niggas be tipping, showing life on the gram that them niggas ain't living
Leave my phone in the house get to clicking
Slide with that go-go gadget, bitch it ain't nothing to get you
My lil nigga sending a missile, pull up with that flash
And he getting cropped out the picture

Birdies keep calling junkies calling, bitch my trap phone jumping
We shipping them onions, 12 at the door, nigga I don't know nothing
Niggas keep bluffing, we pulled up, niggas kept fake clutching
We gone hit em in public, walk down shit, yea I ain't gone miss em for nothing
They don't know that we get active, catch em in traffic, bitch, I'm a no-name bandit
Blue tips do damage, UU swerving shit gone leave you stranded
We making plays like Madden, Odell Beckham, catch that shit one-handed
We gone bring that static, its bricks in the attic
I'm serving the addicts and counting the cabbage

I'm boutta slide in the KashCow
Glock 23 on my side, I don't back down
Bitches on dick cause they know that I rap now
Nigga be talking to feds, he a rat now
Sliding with 5 stars bitch no GTA
Put him on TV, get hit with that EasyBake
My fat man hitting that lick at the BOA
This shit part of the game, no EA
Big bro shipping them packs off Ebay
Pack in the air, you can smell no GreenBay
I'm walking with Carti's, lil nigga can't see straight
I'm boofing in Tyson's with pack up in Cheesecake
Nigga got stuck in his tracks, no freeze frame
I'm bout to blow me a bag onna pinkie ring
These bitches messy, I swear they be anything
I got a younging who clicking at anything

Birdies keep calling junkies calling, bitch my trap phone jumping
We shipping them onions, 12 at the door, nigga I don't know nothing
Niggas keep bluffing, we pulled up, niggas kept fake clutching
We gone hit em in public, walk down shit, yea I ain't gone miss em for nothing
They don't know that we get active, catch em in traffic, bitch, I'm a no-name bandit
Blue tips do damage, UU swerving shit gone leave you stranded
We making plays like Madden, Odell Beckham, catch that shit one-handed
We gone bring that static, its bricks in the attic
I'm serving the addicts and counting the cabbage