Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Birds of a Feather lyrics

I got you gudda Tay, you a fool for this one
Gudda, mhm yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and my brothers stick together
We like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble
But we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, livin' better
M&M my favorite letter
15 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burnin' rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule

When I'm talkin', bitch, just shut up
Get your check up, you can do better
Don't let that bullshit get your ass hit up
That lip'll have your ass wet up
I was sleepin' on the floor
And all them bugs, they used to eat me up
I couldn't even find a ride and all
The junkies used to pick me up
And now I pull up with them rackades
When I hop out the Dooly truck
I just rolled a Backwood, sparked it up
And you know I got that wooly tucked
Lil Co be bustin' moves like fuck
Fool halfway home, time almost up
Me and my brothers stick together
My mother they mother, nigga
We share the same blood

Me and my brothers stick together
We like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble
But we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, livin' better
M&M my favorite letter
15 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burnin' rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
M&M my favorite letter, 15 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
If I show love, then you my brother

15 my favorite number
Shout out my brother dead and gone
I love you green and blue my favorite colors
Stack them dubs, hundreds, by the bundle
I just want smoke, we burnin' rubber
Full course meal when I at your supper
I just fucked your bitch but I don't love her
Quarter mil one crib, spent that on my mama
Me and my brothers stick together
Dead broke, ain't nan' nigga help us
We like birds of a feather
Send the mail 'cross while we in East Atlanta
Think the feds at the door and
We got bags like Santa
I will not flag for no ho
I gave that bitch to Candler

Me and my brothers stick together
We like birds of a feather
Came from the mud, didn't have a pebble
But we still stuck together
Now we in the Hills, livin' better
M&M my favorite letter
15 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
Hop in the Cutlass, hit the pedal
Burnin' rubber, inside leather
She tryna fuck me, I won't let her
I'm always caught up in my schedule
M&M my favorite letter, 15 my favorite number
Green and blue my favorite color
If I show love, then you my brother