Lotus, Ugg’A, JG, Rich The Kid - Birds Out Of LA lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
[Lotus, Ugg’A, JG, Rich The Kid - Birds Out Of LA lyrics]
Hundreds of thousands, yeah
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
Hundreds of thousands, yeah
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit
You not not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I fuck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap
I got the birds in a Cadillac
Thеse birds out in LA-birds out in
LA always tryna' creep-always tryna' creep
Ayy, look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I fuck your bitch, give her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap
I got the birds in a Cadillac
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah
They on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
Hundreds of thousands, yeah
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit
You not not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I fuck your bitch, givе her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap
I got the birds in a Cadillac
Thеse birds out in LA-birds out in
LA always tryna' creep-always tryna' creep
Ayy, look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)
Yeah, I put that shit on a chain
I put that shit on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I fuck your bitch, give her back (Bitch)
Ridin' around with that strap
I made a mill' outta trap
I got the birds in a Cadillac
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna' count shit
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah
They on some clown shit
Hundreds of thousands, yeah
Step up and count shit
Fuck if you doubt shit, you not about shit
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep
(yeah, what?) look up to the sky
Watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat
(yeah)