Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Byrds Flying
Text:
Robb Bank$:
Hop out the whip like Poseidon
I keep a trident
All of my niggas they wilding
Joke and they smiling
Flashing my roofs like a siren
4301 you can’t sign me
Richie that Lionel
Up on the rich where you find me
Fuck nigga it can get violent
Double S flying
Rip up your shirt like a stylist
Los Hosale:
Who got them birds and they flying
Dub, perc, xan, syrup, stuck
Big drip, soaking up
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
I’m feeling like Tyson, I’m right by the coop
Yo bitch in the lou, you know what I do
She wanted room service, I gave that bitch Froot Loops
Doing it prime time, I’m off the roof
Bishop Don Juan, I got the juice
Wait in that line, show that ass, let her through
Ain’t wasting no time make it do what it do
Feel like Ace, can’t work at the cleaners
Swiping hoes you would think they was Visas
Feds taking pictures like Mona Lisa
Send the Curaçao, mix it with Chardonnay
Bad bitches suck me by the bay
Young nigga by the Allstate
Passing hoes like a dinner plate
Robb Bank$:
Hop out the whip like Poseidon
I keep a trident
All of my niggas they wilding
Cook up the dope with the Pyrex
Joke and they smiling
Flashing my roofs like a siren
4301 you can’t sign me
Richie that Lionel
Up on the rich where you find me
Fuck nigga it can get violent
Double S flying
Rip up your shirt like a stylist
Los Hosale:
Who got them birds and they flying
Dub, perc, xan, syrup, stuck
Big drip, soaking up
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Robb Bank$:
I’m at the top like a header
Pencil dick, nigga go get your lead up
I pop a Percocet like Allegra
Extended clip bitch, fuck your head up
Boy you a bum, just look at yo getup
Rich nigga present, you broke as a peasant
You think you special cause my hoe DM’ed you
I told her to hit you, setup, Bentley, nigga
I watch Naruto with yo hoe in my downtime
Finna kill the pussy, shit chalk outline
Brand new rich shit, the ones you cannot find
?, but my shit need a spit shine
Walked in the function, know I got big thoughts
Big lean, big sprite, fuck nigga get right
Pussy nigga couldn’t win in a fist fight
You gon see my true form at midnight
Hop out the whip like Poseidon
I keep a trident
All of my niggas they wilding
Cook up the dope with the Pyrex
Joke and they smiling
Flashing my roofs like a siren
4301 you can’t sign me
Richie that Lionel
Up on the rich where you find me
Fuck nigga it can get violent
Double S flying
Rip up your shirt like a stylist
Los Hosale:
Who got them birds and they flying
Dub perc, xan, syrup, stuck
Big drip, soaking up
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
Birds flying, better duck
