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Correct Birdcall 1.5 Lyrics
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Shit been different lately I been living different lately Shit been different I said lately I been living lately Lately, lately, lately Lately, lately, lately The streets fucked up Who you telling shit done got so crazy Don't give no fucks I been riding with my hammer lately Free my boys They gon’ be up out that slammer later Later, later, later And they gon’ bust, if I say bust Ain't nothing but some animals, animals (wooo) Lately I been living like I know something And all your life all you knew was let me hold something Something, something, something, something (wooo) Bullets fly, hide your kids, hide your fam Who's snitching? Mind your business, your business, your business Keep quiet (wooo) Money, money, money, who am I becoming, baby? Them hundred fifties, we go shopping We don't stash the twenties, twenties That's twenty, that's twenty, that's twenty I’m the hardest in this shit, I’m just being honest See back then the problem was I was being too humble Humble, humble, humble ayy It's my turn and I'm dyin' to go I’m living like I want, living like I want, aye Ran me up a check now I'm living how you don't See these shoes, yeah they Chanel, my tee Saint Laurent You know you gettin' money when your tee's cost more than 500 Look at me, they can’t stop It's me Lil' Loaf, project kid Still will shoot the dice for some hundreds Better yet, shoot a thousand (shoot a rack) I don’t know why these niggas doubt me I come from public housing, cocaine and violence Violence, violence, violence Violence, violence, violence I got rid of niggas, now it ain't no pussies 'round Walking 'round like I'm bulletproof, (I'm somebody's hero) Bustin' guns (buck, buck) That's your goons, that's your goons (buck, buck) Get down, nigga (buck, buck) Lay it down, nigga (buck, buck) I been, I been, I been, I been cooking with no cookbook I swear I'm on they ass You know I got these bitches shook up Shook up, shook up, shook up Shook up, shook up, shook up I got 'em shaking in they boots Headshots, no roof
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