DYG - Bird's the Word Lyrics

Used to smoke the green leaf
Now it's straight Backwoods
All the way in my hood
But I ain't from the hood
Yeah I'm from the suburbs
And I know you must have heard
I'm reckless, yeah always swerve
Competition look like a Hors d'oeuvre
Yeah, word, what's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word
The bird's the word
Yeah word
What's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word

Okay the bird's the word
But I ain't f*cking with these birds
I'm just getting hella boards
Sometimes I can't even afford
To f*ck with y'all
You just want everything
But won't give anything
Think I'll get you a ring
I couldn't even hold you down
From the fall to the spring
You a thot, I swear
You f*ck every living thing
Get the f*ck up out my face
Bitch I'm bouta take a ding
I got too many hoes
I should keep em on a key ring
I ain't tripping over you know
Not a shoe string
I've been looking for a queen
It's only right cuz I'm king
There's only birds in my phone
I hear tweet not ring, ring, ring

Used to smoke the green leaf
Now it's straight Backwoods
All the way in my hood
But I ain't from the hood
Yeah I'm from the suburbs
And I know you must have heard
I'm reckless, yeah always swerve
Competition look like a Hors d'oeuvre
Yeah, word, what's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word
The bird's the word
Yeah word
What's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word

Tweet tweet
Yeah she in the DM
Thats the word
You be sleeping on me
Quit popping Advil PM
Knock your ass unconscious
That's the state your mind be in
Horses be horsing
Blunt force is more important
Doesn't matter any way
We get it we got it
Flooring in the foreign
And back to American
You need something new
You boring
The way you flex is embarrassing
Put your cold hard cash on the table
To be able to shine
Which is fine
But that shit never lasts
Just like them raps you found in the trash
Don't mean to put your ass on blast
But I don't give a f*ck
I want that wealth beyond materialism
You flashing gold but you still got
A mind of inferior wisdom
Open your mind up
And you might see
It's not just what you be
It's how you see in the mirror
Clean it and see clearer
So the truth can set you fee
Let the birds set you free
Whoa

Used to smoke the green leaf
Now it's straight Backwoods
All the way in my hood
But I ain't from the hood
Yeah I'm from the suburbs
And I know you must have heard
I'm reckless, yeah always swerve
Competition look like a Hors d'oeuvre
Yeah, word, what's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word
The bird's the word
Yeah word
What's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word

All of my birds
Speak some different words
All of the birds
Chirp, chirp, chirp
My eyes bloodshot
My mouth dry as f*ck
My words slurred
But I don't give f*ck
All the words
They seem
So backwards
My emotions
Make it seem
Like I'm a f*cking actor
I have No dreams
I'm sitting here
So f*cking plastered
Just Give me the rope
And hang me on the rafters
I got no f*cking hope
I'm just the damn laughing matter
I spoke to god
And he never answered
I feel like
A f*cking disaster
I don't need this shit
I'm too plastered
You heard
I'm too plastered
When I speak
I'm never f*cking heard
But if I breathe
I'm dead

Used to smoke the green leaf
Now it's straight Backwoods
All the way in my hood
But I ain't from the hood
Yeah I'm from the suburbs
And I know you must have heard
I'm reckless, yeah always swerve
Competition look like a Hors d'oeuvre
Yeah, word, what's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word
The bird's the word
Yeah word
What's the word
I heard the bird's the word
The f*cking bird's the word

What's the word
I heard the birds the word
I'm on them drugs again
Vision blurred
Words slurred
This shit absurd
Girl leave ur little nerd
I know you're love sick baby And you know I got the cure
All jokes aside come over
'Fore ya lose the opportunity
All you gotta do is open ya mind
And set it free free
Hop in the Benz
Beep beep
Feeling like Dwight
I'm loving the beat
The day I wrote this song
Is the day we lost a legend
I just pray that Make Out Hill is smiling
At peace up in heaven
It's a tragedy, too young
But we see it all the time
It's a really evil world
People killing our own kind
Shit blows my mind
Rappers dying while we snore
If I make it in the game
Am I the next to hit
Make love not war
Rip Triple X we needed more
But now at least your heart can soar
Join the birds at heavens doors
Yuhh Yeet