Birthday Lyrics

I need all the money like a kid on his birthday Throwin' b's up, you get sent to your birthplace

I'll wake your block up like a fuckin' earthquake Bitch, I'm on the scene now, white chalk, DOA

Bitch, that's case closed, we leave your head on the murder scene

Five shots, get you hit up, leave you fuckin' beamed

Bitch, I'm ridin' with the fuckin' crackheads and the fiends

And I'm makin' all these bands and I'm smokin' on that weed

Got like twelve grams stuffed in this fuckin' dirty leaf

You know we smokin' on premium Gelato 33

Talkin' all that shit, get you fuckin' whipped in the teeth

We gon' beat you in the head, leave you dead on the street

Bitch, you fuckin' dead meat, what you finna do

Run, I'ma pull out the gun, I'ma empty the drum

I'ma have a lot of fun, I'ma let the shots go

Forty-five blick, magnum 45 goes

I'm finna turn you to a ghost, we don't care about that shit

Run up on you with the blick, smack you dead with that shit

Nah, that shit was funny, now your fuckin' nose is runny

Cause you snortin' on that coke, cause you is a fuckin' dummy

I don't care, I'm the dealer, I'll sell you that shit

And I'll lace it with fentanyl I'll kill you little bitch

I'm puttin' all that shit in every single drug

Cause I'm tryin' to kill all the fiends, make them all scream

Pull up on your block with a Glock nine fuckin teen

I wish a little bitch would fuckin' try me

I'll make em eat his own teeth, I'll make em scream

I'll leave em in a ditch, I'll fuckin' leave em beamed

Bitch, why you tryin' to fuckin' run

I ain't even done, I'ma empty the whole drum

You talkin' all this shit on the net to look tough

I don't even care, little bitch, I'll turn you to dust

I hope you try to rob me, bitch, I live for that

Pull up on your block and then I fuckin' up the strap

Took your homie's life and you ain't even get back

If we lost one of ours, we gon' get right back

But you gon' need some dangerous straps

Cause we got all mac's n that, wolfin' on the net

That's the same reason you got smacked

How you lose a homie and you ain't even get back

Y'all better up the score cause y'all gettin' set back

I don't even know what to say in my next track

Bitch, you gettin' smacked, you is gettin' fuckin' bitch slapped

For all that chit-chat, it was gon' happen

Shoulda stopped yappin' for your head, got smacked in

Bitch, I better stop rappin

Get to your block and I better start clappin

Pull up on your block and you disappear like magic

Get you fuckin' hit with these big ass red sticks

Bitch, we told you need some dangerous sticks

Pull up and we shootin' shit

Pull up on your block with a nine and a Glock

Bitch, If that shit jams then I got my fuckin' Ruger clip

But Eternal Eastside, y'all know we never miss

We OVK too, finna spin back

Get your whole block shit on get you whipped back

Bruh, I snatched yo chain, get your motherfuckin' shit back

Thinkin' you all tough, that's how you get bitch slapped

They tell me stop talkin' bout them drugs, but that's all I like

Comin' with a Glock nine, bitch I got you in da sight

Actually I'm cheatin' on the drugs

Cause I love my wife, pull up with a Glock 19 and a fuckin' knife

Y'all better get your shit back

How y'all get hit and y'all ain't even

Spin back this shit deep

If I fuckin' got hit, I'd spin back

And shoot the whole block up and motherfuckin' get back

But I guess you a little bitch

So you ain't ride that fuckin' way with them dirty sticks

But I blow the whole block up with my fuckin' clip

I don't even care who you is

I put a grenade in your mailbox

That's a big ass one, you get shell shocked, ayy

Shit gon' explode, you better fall back

What you gon' do if my homies gon' call back

Same homies that got your motherfuckin' chain snatched