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Trippie Redd – Bird S**t Lyrics

Carter (Ahaha)
On the gang, bitch
Nigga f**k you and who the f**k you came with
‘Cause all that bullshit you talking for the birds (Ha!)
[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!) (Splash)
[Refrain]
All that bullshit for the birds, ayy
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, ayy
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
Hating on the boy ’cause I’m in first place
Running, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place, said I’m in first place
Uh, all that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
All you niggas hatin’, I’m in first place, place
I’m in first place, you ain’t nothin’ but a bird (Ha!)
[Verse 1]
Dare a nigga test me
On a island right now on a jetski
Babygirl, bless me
Just like God, baby bless me
Nigga cannot stress me
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money with the f**king gang
Diamonds all up on me, VVS the gang
[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)
[Verse 2]
You just mad I got the bands over you (Ayy)
Made a million dollars f**k the fans over you
In the back of the cut, sipping cranberry juice (Uh)
Yeah, I’m so sauced up, yeah
They was wishing that they caught up (Huh)
For the reason I was brought up
Because I said I ball, nigga, like Vince Carter
Slaughter your daughter, bitch I go harder, like Mr. [Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Freshpaper 8 hunnid
Owee, ha, yeah
1400 (You know, 1400 shit)
Leave that bullshit to the birds (Big drip, big chains on)
Drippin’, drippin’, ha!