Rai God$peed - Harvey Birdman (feat. Sammie D !) Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Get em
I'm finna burn out
Niggas is hurt ouch
I'm in the south lurked
Yea lurked out
Feeling the burn
Been ona couch flippin da bird
Bird birdhouse
Bussin it down
Shutting shit down
Shutting shit down
They wanna joust
I want the smoke
I want the loud
Ten toes down
Been on the ground
I need my cash I need it now
Yuh I need my cash cow
I need my cash right now I need a cash cow
I need a cash ion give a f*ck how
I give a f*ck about it
I give a f*ck about how high that shit stack
I give a f*ck about how loud is my sacc
Niggas das facts
We smoking on thrax
I'm blowing yo bitch back
Ion give a f*ck and she throwing it back
And I'm really counting cash
Ion give a f*ck I'm waxing that ass I'm really waxing that ass
Smoking on gas smoking on gas
And I'm passing you fast I'm pulling up
Skr skrr
In a f*ckin rari nigga ion give a f*ck Nd I ain't sorry
I'm smoking on gas you smoking K2 boi it smell like laureys
I'm getting hoes I'm getting cars ion give a f*ck about em
Blowing so much gas I cant ride in cars I'm riding clouds
Dont get caught up in the jam you'll get turned to ham bitch
On some f*ck shit
You'll get bust
Quick leave yo body rancid
Thought he was trippin on acid
Now his body in a casket
Thought he was trippin doing damage
We on the beat reaking havok
Whoa vengeance
Yeah the flow atomic
He like super sonic
Think I'm hard like onyx
Ima have to bomb it
Feel it in ya stomach
Have to vomit
White hoe she in the Abercrombie
F*ckin Awesome
Ion rock no Tommy
Asap man dis shit get rocky
Stand tall you can never knock me
Ion really like da bitch
So you gone get hit wit a stick
These niggas really not lit
Nope
Bussin it down like a brick
Boom
She see my face through the midst
Ouu
I cannot f*ck wit these kids
Nope
These niggas stupid as f*ck yo
I bend her down like a yo yo
Ouu
Burning gas blowin smoke
You trippin on gas like its coke
Ouu ouu
Boi you dont really want smoke
I got da cig locked and loked
Put 3 bullets in ya throat boi I know you lost focus
Ouu ouu
Steph curry wit the step back
Nick cannon wit the clap back
I know u still buying gram sacs
That's y I ain't ask where da cash at
I ain't tell you where I live at
You must be police y you ask dat
You ain't f*ckin wit me das facts
I ain't f*ck unless dat ass fat
Catch me wherever da cash
At
Best believe I gotta loud pack
Dont get caught up in the jam you'll get turned to ham bitch
On some f*ck shit
You'll get bust quick
Leave yo body rancid
Thought he was trippin on acid
Now his body in a casket
Thought he was trippin doing damage we on the beat reaking havok