Birdie Bert Video (MV)

Made this dollar and a bill
And when I step in the building I'm killing
Anything thing in sight
Got your girl in the scope
When she see the chain and know that your broke
She gone walk away and now your broke up
I'm in her ear take the L
I'm in her cut like some puss
But you knew what it was
She rode it like a buss
Sorry but ma this is your stop
I don't bust it down for nobody
Doing you like some chores
And this this rap for a hobby
It's the suite life
Like I rap in the lobby
Not from the NY but you know it free Bobby
She the Pipen like her ass name was Scottie
Damn son don't do em like that!
Nah f*ck all you niggas who thought I couldn't rap
Got the flow from the sink
Niggas drinking out the tap
Got the game on lock the key boards stuck caps
Just like that he attacks the drums
And guns down anyone who runs just for fun
Quick to the punch
Like a high schooler ready for lunch
The puns go on and on and on and on
I got jokes on deck til the end of the song
The bongs hit back got me coughing up a lung
On eye is cheech and the other one is Chong

Uncle Al went golfing today
He won't come back gone for the day
We might not see em for tomorrow or next
We don't give a f*ck cuz he's writing the checks

Golf shit, a nigga sub par
Catch swiping honey at the country club bar
And I don't mean be a graphic type nigga
In the car seat back bust ass like trigger

Trigger finger itching to squeeze
Throwing dollars out of pocket
Like he's itching to sneeze
Blowing breeze with the bees
And they drop down on they knees
Whenever I breath these girl seem
To catch a disease
Pass me the rock and I'll catch keys to the beam
Can't see out window my tints John C
Muhammad Ali
Past it to me
I float in the butterfly
In the change of the see
Son you don't want to see me in golf
Stay five steps ahead like I seen it befo
Stop acting up don't need a scene with you hoe
Smoke the pack never I be scheming with dro
This nigga suck with it