Birmingham ft. Nz Lyrics

I Got a shooter up in Birmingham

Talking shit ain't heard of ya

She left FaceTime, show me turbulence

My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her

Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana

I tell her I love her, I ain't serious Pull up in the dark, you never see me

I'm mysterious

If I heard he did you dirty one more time

I am furious

He's like my biggest fan, I know he is listening

to this

Put the cocoa with the yola, mix it, turn

it to biscuits

Put the YOLO with the sosa, turn it, flick it to coca

Put her in first and choke her,

I'm too chill to provoke her

If you got a man i'll loan ya

Second we've fucked you're mad i will not phone ya

Drinks and drugs got me in a coma

Like an alien, I'm off my face again

She tryna call my phone, once a month it's that time again

Like like

Drip come wet like a puddle

We all in my bottle, fuck all these models

I'm on the M-way and bros on full throttle

Tryna make that pussy hurt

Tryna make that pussy squirt

I'ma make that pussy turnt

I'ma make that pussy burst

I'ma make your pussy first

Eat it like dessert, makeup all over my shirt

Change the gear, put in reverse Put your mind all in the dirt

Front row seats to my concert

Silly boy you should've learned

She DM you, I was first

Bend over, let me insert

Empty clip, it's like 30

It's 6 in the morning, I'm tryna fuck you dirty

I got shooters up in Birmingham

Spin the tires, we're burning em

Fling the packs, We're serving em

Kitty cats and burglars

Life is full of murderers

Made her pussy wet, I made it drown

I made her pussy wet, I made it like a foun-tain

When she climb on me, she'd be mount-in

With her, I'ma put my full amount-in

On the train, on the way to Broski

Had to see him up at OT

Said they know me, mind your mouth i got

I Got a shooter up in Birmingham

Talking shit ain't heard of ya

She left FaceTime, show me turbulence

My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her

Got gift like Santa, got my soda Fanta I shoot like Tony Montana

I Got a shooter up in Birmingham

Talking shit ain't heard of ya

She left FaceTime, show me turbulence

My shooter shoots at shooters, so how can I be scared of her

I Got a shooter up in Birmingham