Birds - Intellectual

[Intro]

Feel me 'cause I paint a picture with these words

Pancho

I know these bitches feel me 'cause I paint a picture with these words

Paint a picture with these words

Bitch, I paint a picture with these

Uh, uh, gang, hey

I know 'bout some pain so I just been hidin' feelings with the syrup

I know these bitches feel me 'cause I paint a picture with these words

I'm with the killers that kill all the killers, but fuck what you heard

That bitch be callin', but I never pick up, she get on my nerves

I keep a 30, ain't talkin' no Percs, bitch, I be drippin' and fly like a bird

I'm in the trap with them members, the members, the dealers, they be whippin' and flippin' the birds

Get in my feelings and wrote out some nerves, all that sneak dissin' gon' get that boy hurt

Said I was the talk of the streets, I heard, we'll send shots, bullets burn like Percs

Jump out the whip, I'm with the gang, we turnt up the VIP

Bitch, I ain't lackin', this Glock on my hip, ain't talkin' movies, but we got the clips

Hey, I brought the demons in here, I done got through with my nina in here

Bitch, pray to your God, you need him in here, he get to tweakin', we leavin' him here

Fuck what you heard, got it out the motherfuckin' dirt, ayy

Make a bitch jump out her skirt, ayy, bitch, I'm too good with these words, yeah, ayy

I'm off the Perc, ayy, bitch, I'm too high off this earth

I poured a 4 of the syrup, ayy, he play with me and get murked, ah, ayy