What's up, Pablo?
What's popping?
You got them birds? D-low?
I need 'em, I want it
Had this dream that I woke up in a Ferrari
Can't fuck with you ****, I'm sorry
I'm too fly I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird
B-birds, b-b-birds, birds
J, hit my phone if you want a bird
My **** out right now on the curb
You can get a re-rock you can get a whole serve
We locked and now I can front you, ****, that's my word
Walk in the band-o, look at all them birds
Band-o get low, re-up on the birds
Got shooters on pronto, don't got no undo
At the age of 17 I hit my first kick doe
Just me and Willie Mac offset shoutout Domingo
Then twelve tried to get me for gang activity
The judge dropped the charge and I thank Lord
That's why I take this mic and I go hard
Had this dream that I woke up in a Ferrari
Can't fuck with you ****, I'm sorry
I'm too fly I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird
B-birds, b-b-birds, birds
Just got the word, just got the birds
Shout out rank gold only kick it with Fir
You thought you finessing me run off with ya bird
You gotta be kidding me Charles Barkley I got the broccoli
Fucking these bitches committing adultery
Trap full of babies like an elementary
Band-o with burglar bars, plugged in with Italian mobs
Don't never put trust in a broad
I'm putting my trust up in God
I got birds, I got chickens, I got seagulls
Too many birds, my gun is an eagle
When I talk birds, I'm talking a kilo
Had this dream that I woke up in a Ferrari
Can't fuck with you ****, I'm sorry
I'm too fly I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird
B-birds, b-b-birds, birds
The plug just hit my phone
For some fun-ions, want an onion
Exotic crocodile skin Martens, call me Dundee
Tito want a brick, Chico gotta cross the country
Carlito for a hundred, gave 'bout fifty to my mama
I'm an OG in my hood, no Aretha, well respected
Toucan Sam pigeons, call me Ace Ventura, Pet Detective
I see falcons on a daily basis, take off Arthur Blank
Whipping chickens in the kitchen trap smell like a septic tank
Rocking gold everything, talking 'bout jewelry not the sink
I don't need no translator, I comprehend in a way
My plug Carlito, he can't speak no English
All he know is andelé
I got band-os for the L-O
State to state, no real estate
Had this dream that I woke up in a Ferrari
Can't fuck with you ****, I'm sorry
I'm too fly I spread my wings and I'm soaring
Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird
B-birds, b-b-birds, birds

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.