Early Bird

Lyrics for Early Bird

(242) shittyBoyz Turned fifteen to a thirty, I ain't even try Chopstick make me feel immortal I can't even lie ran up a check in some Sneaks I ain't even tie Roadran down to the A, I ain't even fly Swear to God y'all ain't doin' shit Try and cross me, nail him to it Get him crufixed Feelin' too good in the strip I done threw a strip ShittyBoyz, if you don't know about us Better Google it I'ma flip the script if I hit the switch 2010, you was losin' fights, boy You been a bitch Foreign kicks hit for a sleeve Off a drippy 'fit We just found out what he lease He better switch his whips And if he don't, we finna crack his taco We be ballin' еarly in the morning You can ask Alonzo backpack boys, Backwood Please don't pass a fronto Plеnty shots for the both of y'all Since your man so macho They gon' name the block after y'all Heard his last song It had a whole lot of cap involved You gon' get that lil' shot swat Better pass the ball you was sleep I was gettin' to it at the crack of dawn Early bird gets the worm, don't it? Third degree from the monkey nuts I left a burn on 'em I can get 'em killed for a verse Put some words on 'em People stabbed me in my back I would've never turned on 'em But that's alright 'cause I learned from 'em Duke said, "You young as hell The best and the worst comin'" Unky told me 'bout your unky Told me he ain't serve nothin' Got the ups for real You can catch me off the vert' dunkin' I can't be fucked with But that ain't nothin' new Bitch jaw dropped seein' fifty This ain't nothin', boo Thousand dollar Nikes on my pivots Just for runnin' shoes Fuck an L, lately all I been seein' is W's Japanese creme soda Turned it into jungle juice Runnin' up on tip Guarantee we gon' humble you If we hear it's bread on your head We gon' crumble you Stop talkin' like we cool, dude I don't fuck with you ShittyBoyz, but we ain't number two Rapstar, remember when my songs was At a hundred views Firework, if I really could I'd punch a coupe SB for real, that's the gang, bitch We stuck like glue hundred deep That's a scary sight for any crew Lil' freak bitch Hoops in like she Betty Boop Crackheads, AF1s, run it up in Nelly shoes Talkin' 'bout he want it head on But I bet he juke Bitch, I wouldn't dodge beef in a Hellcat Roll the windows down, Turtle Pie Let 'em smell that Lookin' at the pockets on them jeans Can you spell flat? How is you a winner? You Done took a thousand L's, jack Been a hustler since birth Comin' in with chip work gold Hutch chain It look like when butter get churned If that bitch jam Better pray that other stick work Bro ain't got no screws He done brought the cutter in church Yeah, huh, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz