Sum0 - Birdseye (feat. Slim tm)

Yeah nigga
Sumo in the booth nigga I got Slim in this bitch
Yeah it's Slim
Yeah PYE awe my voice back
Yeah nigga
Throw the bowl up in the air watch the bird fly
Now I'm higher than my weed I'm looking through a Birdseye
If you heard I fucked your bitch then yeah you probably heard right
Fuck her then I pass her then I dash her now she for the guys
Niggas know I got them hands just like I'm might guy
Dynamic entry in this bitch so nigga don't try
Sipping wok so it is purple in my sprite nigga
And I'm with them dogs they don't bark yeah they just bite nigga
Sumo brought the exotic now I'm higher than a kite
Tell a les to eat the cake I could turn her like I'm Ike nigga
I'm the real thing and y'all niggas fake like y'all flight nigga
Y'all be on my dick like I was curry and y'all flight nigga
Switch it up
No need for no scuffle when them triggers bust
What the fuck
Shot one of the opps but he ain't giving up switches up
Blowing double time and I ain't missing one
Hold on
Then spin again like nigga I ain't done
Volcano on my hip nigga yeah you know I'm not the one
Erupt the clip up in this shit and let that lava run
Acting like that beef you want to squabble some
Yeah just hit me up nigga what's the word
I hit my nigga Slim we brother like Phineas and Ferb
I know what we gone do today
Probably smoke a couple herbs
Got kicked out my momma house
Yeah she kicked me out the burbs
And then a nigga hit the hood and started flipping birds
Shitting on you niggas y'all some mother fucking turds
Talking shit up in this life then we gone kill you spin the hearse nigga
I'll really live this shit I don't just put it in a verse
I'm with my bitch up in the club she got that thang in her purse nigga
I'm the worse nigga I'm the villain
We stacking all this bread from the floor up to the ceiling
Been reading all these books y'all ain't picked up a Macmillan
My twin a cold nigga so I guess that make me Dylan
These niggas know we got the suite life but ain't shit sweet about us
Was trapping hard and got my green right I'm getting to these commas
The way that money make you feel it feel astounding
Was trapping hard just to get it ran up the mileage
Swanton Bomb in the crowd Jeff Hardy niggas know that I go gnarly
I hit his bitch then told him sorry nigga
Yeah I'm sorry nigga that I hit your bitch she was fucking with the switch so then he passed her to the kid
A couple niggas fake and they know what they did
A couple niggas snakes and they know who they is
Ain't no drama when it's time to come and get into the biz
And your bitch a babysitter she was watching all my kids
Yeah
Your bitch was swallowing my nuts
My dick up in her guts
Flipped her over then I told that lil bitch to toot it up
And all my niggas suited up
They never asking who is us
And when it's time to fix the drama let that Mouska Tool bust
And we gone bust something
With that Mouska Tool like donald better duck something
Like a linebacker you know my niggas rush something
And yeah that's Sumo know he gone suburban truck something
Fuck the white hoes
Nigga fuck the Madonnas nigga where the Rihanna's and niggas know

Written by:
Cameron O’Neal, Kardell Days

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