"BIRDMAN" lyrics

"BIRDMAN"

Swervin' in a— (Uh)
Swervin' in a coupe
I step aside and then it's murder in the booth
I step outside and then I'm swervin' in a coupe
I step aside and then it's murder in the booth
I put saran wrap, swervin' in a coupe
I put saran wrap, murder in the booth

I put saran wrap on it, send it to the Lamb'
I done wrapped a thirty in like thirty, then it's flyin', I'm the bird man
We can get to shootin' in the city, young nigga, I'm the sender, send
Thumbin' through the brr, got tired, money counter, got more rubber bands
Money counter, count more rubber bands, I don't use my hands
Call my 'migo, said it's flyin', put it in the pan
Man, I'm so childish, shit, I want BAPE, so I hit Japan
Dawg hit me up, I said it's cold, said "I know, but I keep a fan"
You stuck in the city, paid a toll, nigga, I be on the beach tan
Every time you see me I be smilin', nigga, you be always so mad, so mad (Yo)
And I be too poppin' (Yo), I know that's why I'm too popular
And I be too poppin', I know that's why I'm too popular
Your shorty too popular, work with wheels, she's soul hoppin' it
I hear my phone ringin', that shit foreally don't stop it, bruh
We with the re-rock and the fiends all on the door knockin' up
I put your year salary, threw that shit in one pocket, bruh
My phone got no battery, we outside, we won't stop it, bruh (Alright)

Brr, brr, I hear my phone ringin', brr

Swervin' in a coupe
Swervin' in a coupe
I step aside and then it's murder in the booth
I step outside and then I'm swervin' in a coupe
I step aside and then it's murder in the booth
I put saran wrap, swervin' in a coupe
I put saran wrap, murder in the booth

I put saran wrap on it, send it to the Lamb'
I done wrapped a thirty in like thirty, then it's flyin', I'm the bird man


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