Birds Of Prey ft. After.Fame Lyrics

I was on my stomping grounds, pushing pounds on my young niggas

You can catch me out of town, sending rounds with my gun niggas

At a school designer down, posted with my having fun niggas

In the crib the wifi down, hanging with my scamming fund niggas

Everywhere we go know we got guns with us

These the pink pill Percocets

But I just tell them we got Tums with us

Hanging with them Ahki boys

And you know we got some drums with us

They say I don't smoke no more

But always hanging with them drugs dealers

This my life, if I had the chance to do it, I'd do it twice

Up them pipes, hit with hot shit, niggas say Jesus Christ

When it comes to swipes, this shit's a gamble

Boy, you gotta roll the dice

High speeds I like

I remember them days I was riding round on that bike

Yeah, woke up 150 voicemails, who the fuck been calling me

Plays been hitting my phone since 4, why the fuck these niggas bother me

Niggas tryna beef with a Hi-Point, boy you know that shit is obsolete

Niggas be mad at a nigga, cuz all the bitches is on top of me

Ain't no topping of me

I'm number one in the game right now, like this shit Monopoly

When I hop on the beat, I'm just spitting the words like an autobiography

And these niggas been smoking on good crack if niggas just think that they robbing me

I'm tryna ball, never fall

Expressing my right to bear arms

Hop in the car, push to start

Lil' baby, you know I'm a star

I'm out here, I'm raising the bar

Cop the shit on the leg and the arm

Leading these niggas like I'm Ferrakan

And I ain't doing no fearing God

Riding round them cities in them foreign cars

And I feel like UY Scuti, I'm the biggest star

Yeah, I be swinging them sticks way over the point like fuck the par

Fuck that par

On that E-Way doing the dash, supercharged

When you don't pay for your shit, you really be living large

They like a "Ten-Hut", World Elite General, fuck that Sarge

I'm catching plays, you niggas sick, you catching SARS

You would think we hate sedans, the way we punching cars

I take a BIN and punch that site, I guess it's seeing stars

At Slim Chickens

Five for five, you know the drink is large

We some birds of prey, Eagles, Falcons, Hawks

We serving 28s, call them Marshall Faulks

I'm teaching method ways, but this ain't no chalk

Boy, you just caught a wave, me and my niggas sharks