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birdies - 9hunnid lyrics

[intro]
([?] got that heat)

[verse 1]
my trap like miami, yeah, the way we got the heat in it
momma told me stay up out the streets, don’t put my feet in it
i was on house arrest but i was where the fiends livin’
dope good, they smile when they smoke it but they t**th missin’
so good, the traphouse started runnin’, wasn’t leavin’ it
dog food, it really got a bike like there was t**th in it
go and hit the opps, bang, bang, you’d think keef did it
how the f*ck you stand up on the stand and say “he did it”?
broski put his trust in me, can’t steer him down the wrong road
way before them glizzies, had a tallup and a long nose
once we seen them switches, shot it once and then we bought those
before rap caught bullets, started rappin’, he must want more
he said to ask about him in the streets but he’s a john doe
i came from out the bas*m*nt, now i’m top floor in a condo
and i can’t go to the states so b*tches flyin’ to toronto
[?] send her location, bet i’ll be there pr*nto
i still put my wrists up in the pot to get my bands up
glock 26 right on my waist keepin’ my pants up
feds got me high speedin’ tryna avoid them handcuffs
a hunnid grand large now he tryna give all his mans up

[verse 2]
took a loss, i’m right back
you losin’, still gotta fight back
he cappin’, nah, he ain’t like that
his re*up, that sh*t a light bag
new fishy, like where my pipe at?
move smart you can’t get your life back
got thirty dirty hollow tips
see him, you know we follow him
run up, you catchin’ all of ’em
wishin’ he never started it
goin’ hard like lebron and i’m ballin’ like i’m on scholarship
hit the pot and scr*pe all of it
junkies don’t stop, keep callin’ in
said “i got your back”, i meant to hit they block [?]
[?] hittin’ him up and his brethren
but that’s the sh*t they don’t mention, on ig tryna get attention
they rap about [?], like two ain’t get caught the next day
and f*ck it we tryna win, we’ll hug our losses to the chin
hit them blocks, sell everything, bust a birdie make it sing
i’m up early to get it in, i can’t stop the phone, it keep rings
(keeps ringin’ i swear to god)

- 9hunnid lyrics

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