Southbound

Ooo let the birds fly ,yeah Ooo let the birds fly Further south cali from the county where the nerds lie, We got bounties so don’t mess when the Yo Come on! I told ya to let them birds fly, We ain’t as bad as those guys, They took a nosedive, Starting with Mikey his favorite digits is four five, On top of that he only angles for bulls eyes, And Stash that silver, blood falcon Ashton’s diving for mula, And is known around town for punching children, He’s also got a slew of bitches in his kitchen, It even shocked papa Kane how easy he been pimpin, Don’t get me started on Leo, The illegal looking real scrawny and feeble But under the sweater he’s strapped akimbo, With c4s at your momma's house Huh what? Oh It’s Dommy now, He doesn’t hear much he prefers the underground, Shipping crates of compounds, Mixes, and know how, Hearing sounds, drop the needle, Like stove clicking, blow off the dust, lock the doors, Of this nose kitchen, huh Ooo let the birds fly ,yeah Ooo let the birds fly Further south cali from the county where the nerds lie, We got bounties so don’t mess when the flock glides I hate to tell you, but your groups a bunch of fags, Bird squad gone air ya out and put you in some bags, Punk scallywags come and get your head detached, Your puffin after class but I’m still learning basic math, Still looking for the bitches with the fittest ass, I’m half mast, you’re half past autistic With a swoll lip and a curved dick Internet sucks, you ain’t hear shit, On the part of spectrum where it’s labeled ballistic,