BIRDBOY Video (MV)

Ay, huh yeah (I don't even think y'all niggas ready)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (they not ready bro-)
Tay, they ready?
Yeah yeah
Tay sayin' no
What? Yeah huh huh

Bullets hit a nigga up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I'm the shit man
Nigga talking shit, so I fired on his bitch-ass
Glock freeze him up yeah, call that freeze tag
Choppa leave him stuck yeah, that's a glitch man
If a nigga play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K
Make a nigga go ah yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
F*ckin' on another nigga bae, yeah
Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah
Nigga's aren't real, you fake, yeah
I be totin' them glizzy
We love totin' guns
I do it for real
You do it for fun
When an opp see me
You know they gon' run
I hang out the window
Shoot shit like Lebron
You know that I hit 'em
I had to get 'em
They thought I was bowlin'
I had to split 'em
7.62 cut 'em down the middle
Cookin' him up like a f*ckin' McGriddle
Sub me in the game, and you know that I'ma score, bitch
Pull up with the gang
Twist a finger make it bang
To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed
Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that bitch rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn't have a name
Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin'
Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slanging
Hit it from the back, have her changing languages

Huh? Huh?
What the f*ck?
Bitch stop calling my phone
I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin' her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone
I'm a real nigga, you cannot clone
I'm cold with this shit like my first name was Stone
I'm still a menace, wait
Huh?

What the f*ck?
I am a devil
Whole 'nother level
I'm clutchin' my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin'
Now I'm up in high school getting head from my tutor
Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles
I'm a big dog, little nigga you a poodle
I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
Or like I'm Martin Luther
Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah

Brrt brrt, bow bow bow bow
They shootin', splatt, splatt
Choppa