Marcoof500 - Birds Eye View Lyrics

I can see these fake niggas wid my birds eye view
Niggas steady watching like this be paper view
Bitches do whatever Marco say to do
My niggas they gone step cause nigga they the truth
My niggas they gone step cause nigga they the truth

To much drip like I walk wid Katrina
Talking smoke I run out wid the steamer
F*ck nigga run hit his ass wid the Beamer
F*ck 12 hit my ass wid a soupena
You got a vest you still get hit
Shoot a hunnin rounds you still gonna miss
Slide wid the gang you still get licked
Bring out the Drums We bring out the sticks
Nigga game his whole crew get Bic'd
How you got all them drums but they still gone jam
Get hit with the heat fryin pan
Prasin me yeah they a fan
All my shootas gone march marines
Big money you can see racks in the Jeans
Water hose spraying down the scene
Big dog I'm the man
Cartel got the plan
Uppin the uzi have em running like hussan
Talk on Cartel you might need brain
Stroll through the hood you might need a new chain
Nigga be Fu he might need a new name
I'm smoking on Gas I'm smoking that butan
Shoot his toes he toe peaking
Talk on Cartel them dudes be creeping
She call me her man I call her the weekend
Double cup got a nigga leaning
In for the up and up bring ya squad then they betta duck
Bottle of wok gonna pour it up
Called me a G so I threw it up
Told me to keep real so I kept it a buck
How she yah main but won't let you f*ck
I'm from the dirt so I might be a mut
Not up to par so you boutta get cut