Bird Flu Live Freestyle by Tate Kobang Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We selling scrambled coke and smack
Arm and Hammer with the packs
I let Carlos hold the strap and he ain’t ever bring it back
I be flexing on these bitches, you should do some jumping jacks
I put O’s inside them bowls and I ain’t talking Michael Jackson
Talking [?] get the blocko
We done seen more birds than Flacco
I got shooters bitch, they shooting shit
They got more MAC’s than Apple
I’m too legit, I do this shit
On beats I’m like the eulogist
Your bitch she like to chew the dick
Got more bites than computer chips
[?] we can shoot the shit but naughty on some shooting shit
I’ll never cuff a goofy bitch, these hoes be on some groupie shit
She buss it for the camera phone, she say she down to shoot some shit
You talkin’ ‘bout a feature in the bando, we can do some shit
Beat the pussy up, just to nut, then I lay be
Shawty pussy deep, I swear to god, feel like amazing
Whipping up the scrambled but this shit don’t got no egg in it
And I’m from the East, yeah them trenches, I was raised in it
Choo, nigga had to sneeze on ‘em
I’m bearing arms like I lifted up my sleeves on ‘em
For the bread, fuck around and put some cheese on ‘em
Them automatics get to spraying like Febreeze on ‘em
Just got off the phone with my lawyer
Told him my niggas got stopped at the border
The po-po they thought it was Gouya
But it was that Michael, That Danny Latoya
Bring ‘em to the trap, everybody ‘round me strapped
Fuck the neighbors, told that bitch we sellin’ scrambled coke and smack
From the edge of Hartford road, half a million units sold
Shawty probably bugged my phone so know we speak in Morse Code
Got a burner with the pole, clip as tall as Muggsy Bogues
I could crack your favorite mama but I don’t fuck with ugly hoes
Man my cousin losing weight, I swear he fuckin’ with his nose
Niggas talkin’ like LeBron but play the bench like Derrick Rose
Baltimore nigga, where you at?
Your man got popped, then shoot back
Chain get took, y’all sue cats
Want a [?] niggas don’t do that
[Hook]
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I’m tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
Drop another check, that bitch is getting murked too
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Had to do it for the hood
You can smell it from the back
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
East side of Baltimore
Is where the fuck we at
Yeah yeah
We selling scrambled coke and smack
Arm and Hammer with the packs
I let Carlos hold the strap and he ain’t ever bring it back
I be flexing on these bitches, you should do some jumping jacks
I put O’s inside them bowls and I ain’t talking Michael Jackson
Talking [?] get the blocko
We done seen more birds than Flacco
I got shooters bitch, they shooting shit
They got more MAC’s than Apple
I’m too legit, I do this shit
On beats I’m like the eulogist
Your bitch she like to chew the dick
Got more bites than computer chips
[?] we can shoot the shit but naughty on some shooting shit
I’ll never cuff a goofy bitch, these hoes be on some groupie shit
She buss it for the camera phone, she say she down to shoot some shit
You talkin’ ‘bout a feature in the bando, we can do some shit
Beat the pussy up, just to nut, then I lay be
Shawty pussy deep, I swear to god, feel like amazing
Whipping up the scrambled but this shit don’t got no egg in it
And I’m from the East, yeah them trenches, I was raised in it
Choo, nigga had to sneeze on ‘em
I’m bearing arms like I lifted up my sleeves on ‘em
For the bread, fuck around and put some cheese on ‘em
Them automatics get to spraying like Febreeze on ‘em
Just got off the phone with my lawyer
Told him my niggas got stopped at the border
The po-po they thought it was Gouya
But it was that Michael, That Danny Latoya
Bring ‘em to the trap, everybody ‘round me strapped
Fuck the neighbors, told that bitch we sellin’ scrambled coke and smack
From the edge of Hartford road, half a million units sold
Shawty probably bugged my phone so know we speak in Morse Code
Got a burner with the pole, clip as tall as Muggsy Bogues
I could crack your favorite mama but I don’t fuck with ugly hoes
Man my cousin losing weight, I swear he fuckin’ with his nose
Niggas talkin’ like LeBron but play the bench like Derrick Rose
Baltimore nigga, where you at?
Your man got popped, then shoot back
Chain get took, y’all sue cats
Want a [?] niggas don’t do that
[Hook]
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
I’m tired of selling packs, I think I need a bird or two
Choo, I think I got the bird flu
Drop another check, that bitch is getting murked too
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Had to do it for the hood
You can smell it from the back
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
Sellin scramble, coke and smack
East side of Baltimore
Is where the fuck we at
Yeah yeah