$amaad - Bye Bye Birdy Lyrics

You cuffing that hoe and a half we had that bitch at the hardy block
He say he sliding, we laughing he'll get hit with this party rock
My nigga a shooter for real, you know he gone pull up with 30 Glock
Tony got me sipping lines, you know I'm gone pour up some dirty Wok
Thought he was safe cause he got him a 30
Still got hit with a Bye Bye Birdy
MATTA MATTA she want a Slurpee
She see me pop out, she getting flirty
What I do with my check, why is you worried
Tryna get rich, I'm in a hurry
I got yo bitch, you wanna hurt me
I might got your bitch in the back of this 'Bach for real
Love me I'm keeping it real, I ain't going like Will
If I don't trap then who will?
Yea
Walk in the store and I left out with extra extra
Might go to NY, I might kick it in Ella
I just might link with the teller
You cuffing that hoe and a half we had that bitch at the hardy block
He say he sliding, we laughing he'll get hit with this party rock
My nigga a shooter for real, you know he gone pull up with 30 Glock
Tony got me sipping lines, you know I'm gone pour up some dirty Wok
Thought he was safe cause he got him a 30
Still got hit with a Bye Bye Birdy
MATTA MATTA she want a Slurpee
She see me pop out, she getting flirty
What I do with my check, why is you worried
Tryna get rich, I'm in a hurry
I got yo bitch, you wanna hurt me

You cuffing that hoe and a half we had that bitch at the hardy block
He say he sliding, we laughing he'll get hit with this party rock
My nigga a shooter for real, you know he gone pull up with 30 Glock
Tony got me sipping lines, you know I'm gone pour up some dirty Wok
Thought he was safe cause he got him a 30
Still got hit with a Bye Bye Birdy
MATTA MATTA she want a Slurpee
She see me pop out, she getting flirty
What I do with my check, why is you worried
Tryna get rich, I'm in a hurry
I got yo bitch, you wanna hurt me
I might got your bitch in the back of this 'Bach for real
Love me I'm keeping it real, I ain't going like Will
If I don't trap then who will?
Yea
Walk in the store and I left out with extra extra
Might go to NY, I might kick it in Ella
I just might link with the teller
You cuffing that hoe and a half we had that bitch at the hardy block
He say he sliding, we laughing he'll get hit with this party rock
My nigga a shooter for real, you know he gone pull up with 30 Glock
Tony got me sipping lines, you know I'm gone pour up some dirty Wok
Thought he was safe cause he got him a 30
Still got hit with a Bye Bye Birdy
MATTA MATTA she want a Slurpee
She see me pop out, she getting flirty
What I do with my check, why is you worried
Tryna get rich, I'm in a hurry
I got yo bitch, you wanna hurt me