Birdstorm 2

Yeah, oo Yeah, oo Yeah, oo Gas Ah Gas, gas (I love J Bird) Tryna make a hit Tryna make it fast Yeah, you know who it is You ain't have have to ask When I'm hella lit, I don't get no rest With you I like to chill; that's why I'm interested This another hit I hope they feel it, yeah They know I'm 'bout to get rich; that's the only task This the illest gift Gotta finish it She the quickest lift, but she up for grabs Can't be lazy, ain't no maybe; give it all I have If that's my baby, Patrick Swayze; get her out the back Yeah Ain't even have to ask I'm the type that's gone pay even she gotta bag Gang Yeah I know I'm star studded, 'cause I'm the realest steppa I know y'all wonder why y'all from from it 'Cause y'all be sheep; I'm shepherd Even at the bar drunken, I could still do it better Even when the dark summons, I flex like blessings be on me Even during hard comings, I know you'll still be testing me Yeah I know it's hard to see from Gs Yeah I know it's hard; join EMP It'll get better lil mama I'm just tryna show you any weather lil mama It don't sound like you could come back to any weather It don't sound like none of these options any better A miracle in the making I ain't with no hate shit I got homies that can't eat bacon Homies in different nations Hold it for the Gs and roll it Ain't no time for me I'm hoping I like girls that keep their focus In their world they keep on rollin' I'ma keep having these dreams It ain't what it seem; well I'ma make it what it seems Ain't nothing happen; it's clean Come back on the scene, then I come back and do my thing This sounds like my theme song, 'cause this like all I know I'm glad that I can sing songs I hate to be alone I'm really 'bout to get real big We 'bout to get it, yeah We 'bout to get the riches 'Bout to get it yeah Love is all I know; that's why I hate it, yeah Gotta let it grow Gotta let it, yeah I would leave a gift, and she would never know Could be heaven sent, and you would never know But she ain't even know Aye, aye