Birds ft. Scooby Lyrics

Feel like DMC

Yeah, I been on the run type shit

Feel like PNB

Yeah, yeah I'm selfish

Feel like going over seas

Clearing through the pre check

Pop an am to go to sleep on the plane

I ain't eat yet

Felt a vibe

Told Holden, "get the beat sent"

Felt alive, flicked up on the streets

For the fit check

I ain't paying $5.99 for a blue check

Feel like I'm good for life

Yeah, We too set

Feel like it's my time

Yeah, I'm up next

Destined for these heights

You can't touch this

Destined for these lights

You can't, You can't

Feel like DMC

Yeah, I been on the run type shit

Feel like PNB

Yeah, yeah I'm selfish

Hit brodie with assists

Yeah, I'm feeling selfless

She scared of commitment

So I went and got a necklace

1800 on her checklist

Homie Som getting clipped up in Texas

I just sat down

And it's omelettes for breakfast

Form too good cause I took time to correct it

We coming correct bitch

Feel like AMC, bitch, you know my life a movie

I said, "fuck them VVS" striking on some rubies

She gon count my racks for me

You know that bitch been bloomy

She just said she love me

She ain't even see the new me

Pop a perc, my head be in the clouds

That shit get gloomy

Walk it down and bust it down

Spend ten bands on this Gucci

Fuck a basic bitch, you know I went and bought her Louis

Smoking Ps and sippin lean

You know I'm feeling groovy

Back to back up on the road

Swoop her in Bentleys

Bust down VVS on my wrist

That two-tone presi

I was tryna bust a nut

I told that bitch to help me

She was tryna fuck up on the kid she heard I'm wealthy

Yeah, she just heard we wealthy

Diamonds on my wrist

They iced out and they melting

Damn, we coming correct bitch

Ay, we coming correct bitch