Symba Birds In The Bando
[Chorus]
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (god damn)
[Verse 1]
Yo, contraband in the cubbard, we trap for the summer
This work would make your hair stand up like [?]
Cali boy, but I'm dodgin' in New York, undercover
We push bubba, clean crystallish wretch rubber
He go to play, five days, get fifty-k
That's ten a day, kick-flips, no sneaker game
Extended stays, hoppin' away, he gettin' paid
See the risk we take avoiding the Jakes with no mistakes
Bitch think you s'posed to blow it all on dinner dates
Just to tongue wrestle? I ain't triple-H
Are you in and out the states? They livin' outta suitcase
This Rollie has no time to send a boujie bitch a [?]
You don't think Thottiana wanna sniff until she bluefaced
This the shit the doctor prescribed to knumb your toothache
Brodie wanna rap, but he too caught up sellin' soufflé
He get them kicks, then he push 'em like Lupe (ooh)
[Chorus]
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (God damn)
[Verse 2]
Money pull up to the corner store, the junkies' Cupid Shuffle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's just Balenciaga bricks in that Dior duffle (you sellin' that)
Wanna make the profit double, make the pot bubble
Oh yea, line 'em up (what's up boy)
Bricks on the dashboard, fast money, fast cars
Tryna knock a cash daughter, push packs out the glass bar
Make that money fast forward, still tripe out a rad 'fford
They know I got it for cheap, what the f..ck would you ask for?
Confiscated like the task force, they just can't order us (nah)
Silicone valley, boy, I'm just getting started up
Pull up on your block, get your big homie collared up (come here nigga)
Jah Gotti couldn't mob with us, ey
Don't be calling us, if you ain't getting money, you can't ball with us
My niggas in the big leagues, and I don't think you're tall enough
We walkin' up, but I don't think you crawled enough (real shit)
That's the fairest man, I swear they done it all the catch us (my nigga)
[Chorus]
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (god damn)
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved
Birds in the bando, rubbin' on bae
Niggas gettin' money, bitches tryna get saved (god damn)
