Released on February 7, 2019

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[Intro]

What kind of bird is this?

It's a Peregrine Falcon (Peregrine Falcon)

20, 3, bitch

(Falconer!)

Out on bail, i'm out on bail (Mike Hector!)

Choppa sing, like Lauryn Hill

(SPIGOT, Krishu, bitch, SPIGOT)

23BTR Krishu, wet ya bitch up need a tissue


[Pre Hook: Krishu]

Getting me to yap? Nope, bitch I won't tell

Skai smoking fye, cuz he walked outta Hell

23 gang, like 23 shells

Aye, I just made bail, plus we smoke by the bales


[Hook: Krishu]

Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye

Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye

Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye

Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range


[Verse 1: Krishu]

Aye, 10 iPhones, and them bitches different colors

10 white hoes, make 'em bitches fuck my brother

Fuck 5-0, boy, this Draco got a stutter

Model X, with the Angel Wings, drive by watch it flutter

Gas, cash, .40 in the stash

Spenny really pimpin', fuck yo mama old ass

Rank, flank, pull up in a tank (no limit!)

Got a bitch at Howard she gon' text me that this crank

Me ion sip, Voss cufflink

She think I love her for her soul, on some dumb shit

You stay screaming "we the opps", but you bump this

Choppa make you Helen Keller, that's a dumb bitch


[Verse 2: Krishu]

Miles McCollum, my diamonds on Lil Boat, aye

I said my crib is a castle, closet a moat, aye

I spent some risky on my wrist

I shoot like Beckham with the flick

This drum hold 50 in the Glick (beep!)

Lerado dreads up in the stick (aye, count up!)

I'm in the trap peeling petals

Pipe Hector got the fucking tether!

How i'm broke, when you slaving the kettle?

That is not gold, that ain't even real metal

Leave a bitch dead, even if she a vessel

Leave your sweater Red, i'm talking Jim Tressel

Ion sip lean, I sip Nestle

You fakin', like you wrestle!

Krishu! (Krishu, aye)


[Hook: Krishu]

Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye

Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye

Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye

Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range

N-Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye

Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye

Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye

Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range


[Verse 3: Lerado]

(Aye, aye, uhh, aye)

Aye, ice in my veins, i'm in a cage

That bitch only want me cause she see me on the stage

Slide to my place, Don't tell a soul

I got offers in my face, for some niggas I don't know

Folks never change, watch 'em come, watch 'em go, aye

She wanna climb the ranks, well have fun, lil hoe

Had to put her in her place, now her Heart fucking broke

I been thinking 'bout my days, how much left, no one know, aye

Go 'head; act a fool, won't hurt nobody but you, aye

Soon as I touch down, I had plotted on a tool

And these hoes'll set you up, but these niggas do it too

You burn all that's in your clutch, cause you try to be so cool

Cool, cool, cool, really I can't stand it

Feel my stomach turning like a nigga missing Xanax

Quickdraw, withdrawal, leave him where he standing

Backstab, criss-cross, now your ass abandoned


[Hook: Krishu]

Not a bigot, but I pull up in a Ghost, aye

Xanny phantom, she gon' go head do the most, aye

Suck my soul, fall asleep, overdose, aye

Grab the pole, Alvin shooting from a close range (Grrr!)