Birds of Paradise (feat. YUCCA)

Okay Kill a track with kaiyola 'Bout to blow like Mentos in a bottle, how I spray cola Porcupine, I'm dropping quills And picking up my crayola Find me on your mama's fridge Plant a kiss up on a bitch She tuck me in 'fore bedtime YUCCA making headlines Trying to guess my next move with some thumbtacks and red lines They treat the boy like conspiracy They namedrop the kid more than my ex's name in therapy My name passed around so much they heard it from some parakeets We some birds of paradise Only scared of snake eyes when they pop up on a pair of dice I'm betting on myself until the house fall I respond with "6'2" She's like "How tall?" T.B.H, I think she's D.T.F without the alcohol I could write a book on how to ball, and that shit would get a Pulitzer Hop up in the whip when I go skrrt skrrt and she pull up her- Ahem -CV Now accepting bad bitch applications I'm not that desperate, now I have to have the patience Pass it off to K now Ooh Okay, like clockwork 227, good things like Blockworks Making a new resume, don't get stuck on my past works Riding in that mustang, I'm just trying to see how that blast works These chains keep the evil away, you know that bitch lurks Ay, birds of paradise We flock together Rockband strapped in leather Battery on my back and I got that from intense pressure 2,000 hits up in my catalog got that from Edgar Yeah Yeah Yeah I ain't the type to cut my loss The artists check now Respell it 'till you get it right There's only one crown Drop that "S" down But I'm desperate Hanging onto any and every friendship If you're a friend stick around to the end so I can see if you meant it And I'm lending hands left and right, I'm ambidextrous You're stuck on every word before I send the next text Death threats Don't even get me started on the death threats Go have someone come here and get me They'll leave a big mess