To the Birds

905, we poppin’ with surge
All the dogs, drop in for sure
Talking like we civil, that ain’t not what I heard
Fucking with me dog, I’ll feed your ass to the birds
(To the birds)

Man, talk about who next
Coppin’ Rockford on my neck
Got three commas on my checks
Like keep hoppin’ my dick, I swear y’all got me on my shit
Y’all stay poppin’ out some music but ain’t droppin’ off no hit
I just bucked—, on this shit—
Got me plottin’ off for revenge
Girls be droppin’ all in my texts, tryna follow on my success
For the what—, all that shit—
All that pocket money I get
I got targets on ya like the Rangers
See that T right up on your head, bitch I what?
I told you rappers would never offend me
No matter the ante
The talk be faker than when you believed somebody came down your chimney
To give you a gift
So don’t even speak to me, I ain’t not tryna be friendly
They wanna go toe for toe
But none of these hoes are better against me
Yeah
Your dogs are locked inside of the veterinary
I’m poppin’ off and it’s gettin’ scary
Your last album that you dropped
Had more ghost writers than a fucking cemetery
You start it with me, you gonna see
More of the color red
Then you probably would see in February
Yeah

905, we poppin’ with surge
All the dogs, drop in for sure
Talking like we civil, that ain’t not what I heard
Fucking with me dog, I’ll feed your ass to the birds
(To the birds)
Man, that shit preferred
Speak up on my name and hear your ass in a verse
All that chitchat talking, nah that act never worked
Fucking with me dog, I’ll feed your ass to the birds

If I hop on a track, it get marked
Was gonna turn asses to dirt
But first I got linked in with John
And John had me spaz on a verse
But you got some nerve tryna ask for a verse, bitch, that shit’s absurd
You pop a perc and start actin’ bad, that body bag is reserved
If you really wanna match up with Kirk
For sure, y’all better fasten your passengers
‘Fore this Jag get to swervin’, skrrt ‘til it crash and it burn on your turf
And after this bastard gets murdered, casket is burned
You’ll learn that he earned this ass kickin’
Then I’ll kick the ash out his urn ‘til ashes disperse in the atmosphere
Tragic, that must feel worst
And I been the master with words
I get in this bag? Then ya cursed
I get democrats and conservatives mad with actions and words
You take back them blaspheming words?
Man, I’ll take an ass kissin’ sure, but cash is preferred
Anybody knockin’ my rhythm
Knock ‘em off, then get rid ‘em
Out of pocket like lint, I’m callin’ shots, if I want ‘em shot?
Then shots get ‘em,
Might get dark just like Gotham
Archetype of an Arkham Knight villain
Doctor’s office, I sent him
Doctor’s off? Then I send him
Syrup awful like venom

905, we poppin’ with surge
All the dogs, drop in for sure
Talking like we civil, that ain’t not what I heard
Fucking with me dog, I’ll feed your ass to the birds
(To the birds)
Man, that shit preferred
Speak up on my name and hear your ass in a verse
All that chitchat talking, nah that act never worked
Fucking with me dog, I’ll feed your ass to the birds
(To the birds)