Sldr - Birthday Lyrics

Yeaaaaa

Hop in my Spyder, spiderman like Peter Parker
On the team I am a starter, my bitch call me a starter
Cooking up like Murda, on the track my opps I murder
My music's an ideology, all my fans are martyrs
Repping the bay like Joyner
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
Tryna to get to my next show where my chauffeur
Done diss you once now your career is over
My life ain't no four-leaf clover

All my ties are thicker than blood
Walk into the room it's a flood
Back in high school selling bud
I'm straight out the of mud
When your girl sees me she finna cheat
On your ass
When you get to the top only one seat
On the throne high class
Only the ones who want to take the time
To get all the way to the top
People always called me the one
The cream of the f*cking crop
I don't f*ck with you if ain't my slime
Lead my crew like Optimus Prime
All of my brethrens doing Ronas and lime
Out of view when I was broke
I was still making beats while other hoes was selling coke
VIP presidential coupe
Now none my opps want any smoke
Always got my back since day one, always woke
Walk into the club got a beezy on my jock
If you pull up on the block, trace Crayola chalk
He was just a knock, missing shots with a Glock
Bitches chocking on my cock, only knew how to gawk

Hop in my Spyder, spiderman like Peter Parker
On the team I am a starter, my bitch call me a starter
Cooking up like Murda, on the track my opps I murder
My music's an ideology, all my fans are martyrs
Repping the bay like Joyner
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
Tryna to get to my next show where my chauffeur
Done diss you once now your career is over
My life ain't no four-leaf clover

Handoff to my shootas do the damage
All it took was a tour next thing you know it's raining cabbage
In the mosh pit acting up, baked and stoned like a savage
Shorty love my charisma up close staring at my package
Repping all the culture too like Migos
Snappers shooting my flicks water wet like they free throws
Balenciagas on my toes always balling like the pros
In a stadium filling rows, no regrets I'm the one they chose
If he don't want me imma wipe his nose
Six nine like I'm Billy, no sad like I'm Killy
Beats so cold, he said turn the AC In the room it's getting chilly
Saw your head, 100 shooters post up sniper with a ghillie
She said her man finna stick me. I ask her "oh really"
Pointer like I'm Trae shooter like I'm Klay
See me on the gram, I ain't on no vacay
For all my day ones, buy em Burberry, my coupe is Santa's sleigh
My work is play, office in LA, every day my damn birthday