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bird business - trap dickey lyrics

[intro: trap d*ckey]
(m3ry, fix that sh*t)
(yo, blasty going up)
boom, boom, boom
(imixnation, for real)

[verse 1: trap d*ckey]
okay, who them boys makin’ noise, choppers look like baby toys cousin in the trap, he sellin’ work, but he still unemployed (trap)
hit a n*gga like i’m jones jr, n*gga, uncle roy (boom)
burn these n*ggas for real, these n*ggas don’t know we known to keep a torch (la gang)
gettin’ money, real racks holder (boom)
n*ggas know we put that sh*t up on the floor just like in magnolia hit a n*gga up, you know i’m that soldier (you know i’m that soldier)
okay, disrespect my name and la gang’ll get you whacked over (boom)
in the trenches sh*t don’t get no older (trap)
them n*ggas d*ck ridin’, i can see them cliquеing up just like some d*mn promoters (gang)
uh, ‘migo trappin off a motorola (boom)
two hundrеd thousand on the road, we smokin’ dro, you gotta keep it cordial

[chorus: trap d*ckey]
all them hitters f*ckin’ with me, i know n*ggas still hidin’ (trap)
tell them n*ggas get up with me ’cause they know they can’t get beside me (boom)
they can’t even go around me, n*ggas know that we the hottest (they know)
ain’t no n*gga f*ckin’ with me, they know we the trendin’ topic (la gang)
all them hitters f*ckin’ with me, i know n*ggas still hidin’ (trap)
tell them n*ggas get up with me ’cause they know they can’t get beside me (boom)
[verse 2: trap d*ckey]
beat the bowl, off the stove, bullsh*t like he d rose (trap)
runnin’ sh*t just like the pope, n*ggas rats and b*tches fold (fold)
posted at the 24 (yeah), n*ggas servin’ highs and lows (gas)
n*ggas 12, catch a sh*ll, make you choose who side you on (trap)
n*ggas ain’t gon’ k!ll ’bout it, serve a couple years ’bout it
blood, sweat and drills a couple tears
told you n*ggas i’m a gettin’ money real racks holder (boom)
n*ggas know we put that sh*t up on the floor just like in magnolia hit a n*gga up, you know i’m that soldier
okay, disrespect my name and la gang’ll get you whacked over (trap)

[chorus: trap d*ckey]
all them hitters f*ckin’ with me, i know n*ggas still hidin’
tell them n*ggas get up with me ’cause they know they can’t get beside me
they can’t even go around me, n*ggas know that we the hottest (ayy)
ain’t no n*gga f*ckin’ with me, they know we the trendin’ topic

[verse 3: rylo rodriquez]
shawty keep a friend with her, always keep a cup with me (phew, phew, phew)
shawty started a h*llcat, all i did was f*ck up a v (f*ck up a v)
i don’t take the rubber off (no, i can’t), she tryna make another me (want a baby)
ain’t never givin’ my kids candy, i want them stay sucker free (sucker free)
they put lil’ bro on probation, on color code, they hate when you gotta p*ss (gotta p*ss)
and that n*gga be spun, my talent good, but shabby dropped the bl!ck (dropped the bl!ck)
took a pill today, ain’t break it in half, i come down, i’ll admit (yeah, yeah)
most of them members i know who still exist, why start it ’bout a b*tch? (huh?)
she put it inside balenci’ runners, gotta pack i got the game made (phew, phew)
he wanna be a lil’ transparent, n*gga, i ain’t nothin’ like dwyane wade (no)
i took the lid off the pint bottle, codeine make me feel great (uh*huh)
i’m startin’ to feel like a k!ller whale, i gotta see how the seal taste (yeah, uh*huh)
bro got a couple hats, he could’ve worked at the lids place (yeah, yeah)
talkin’ to twitter on the jail phone, notice whatever the feds say
[chorus: trap d*ckey]
all them hitters f*ckin’ with me, i know n*ggas still hidin’
tell them n*ggas get up with me ’cause they know they can’t get beside me
they can’t even go around me, n*ggas know that we the hottest (ayy)
ain’t no n*gga f*ckin’ with me, they know we the trendin’ topic
all them hitters f*ckin’ with me, i know n*ggas still hidin’
tell them n*ggas get up with me ’cause they know they can’t get beside me

[outro: rylo rodriquez]
ain’t no n*gga f*ckin’ with us, come and say i still got it
f*ck her, then i jetted on her, she think i’m a real pilot
say she love a n*gga, i don’t know how to feel about it
it just look like saks fifth when you walk in my room and closet

- trap dickey lyrics

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