Let da birds out

Yeah, yeah

Huh, brr

Brr, brr

Let the top down, let the birds out, yeah

Let the top down, let the birds out

Drink a gallon of water a day just to wash the syrup out

He used to serve me now his ass got served, wow

Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down

My nigga just bought him a Patek, he busted it down

I looked my brother in his eyes

I tell him if he play me, we takin' him down

Fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out

Fucked 'round, swerved the AMG off the road

You play, you lay you know how this shit go (know how it go, know how it go)

Made like half a mill' already, I need some more

I ain't puttin' my trust in no ho, put the trust in the pole

I waste fentanyl on my jacket, it's uppin' the price

Princess cut on my neck, my teeth

My wrist, my- (yeah), it need no light (need no)

Try to take somethin' off me, I swear to God, we takin' his life

Glock two-four on me, yeah, R.I.P. Woadie

My feature price, it cost a Rollie

To all of my niggas

As soon as they catch 'em a hat to them it's like trophies

I want the AP, but I'ma go Rollie

None of these pussy niggas can't fuck with me

They ain't havin' no motion

I sit in the back of that Ghost and I pour up that purple potion

My brothers ain't worried about no motherfuckin' case

They gettin' attorneys

We still growin' and learnin' (learnin')

All of this money burnin' (burnin')

Roxi' got my stomach turnin' (turnin')

I'ma be that nigga 'til I D-I-E

'Til they motherfuckin' close the curtains (close the curtains)

Let the top down, let the birds out

Let the top down, let the birds out

Drink a gallon of water a day just to wash the syrup out

He used to serve me, now his ass got served, wow

Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down

My nigga just bought him a Patek, he bustin' it down

I look my brother in his eyes

And tell him if he play me we takin' him down (takin' him down, takin' him down)

Yeah, fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out

Fuck 'round, take the head right off of you

You play, you lay, you know how my niggas do, free Doo

They know that I'm gettin' that bag, now they tryna sue

Tables turn, I'll put that whole fuckin' bag on you, and you

Rolls-Royce Ghost, we lettin' the curtains down

My nigga just bought him an AP, he bustin' it down

I look my brother in his eyes

And tell him if he play me, we takin' him down

Fuck what you heard, we lettin' the birds out