[Intro: KirbLaGoop]
Full clip, hunnid thousand, ski, ski
Ready to die, ready to die, brr, brr, brr
Bird talk, boy
What you know? What you know?
You ain't know, boy, keep ya mouth closed

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
I got chickens, pigeons [?] blue jays, boy, I got birds
Out the kitchen, I whip 'em, then I ship 'em, cocaine and syrup
I got nicks, grams, eighths, quarters, halfs, O's and pounds
I can move it anywhere you want, just tell me where your town
[?] you ain't gotta lie to me
That's your bitch, where you be? She done had to choose on me
Two for three of the blues, two for one of the white
Mix a pole wit' the pipe, bitch, I ship it like a kite
What you know? What you know? Boy, A1 boom
I can show you, I can show you, rеally what to do
Drop it in, let it swim, preheat twеlve, remix and whip it
Let it float like a boat, wet, bag it up and flip up
Chicken talk, bird talk, four plus a four
Chicken wings, hella business, whoadie, I got bowls
I got peanut butter, I got jelly, I got wax, I got crack
We be thuggin' like it's [?] I'll remember wherever you at

[Chorus: KirbLaGoop & Ruben Slikk]
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens (Bird talk, bitch, Yung Fishmeex, bitch)
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Shiny yola, yola, yola
Bought it then I sold it sold it
Poppin', run up fifty thousand
N***a holla, let 'em hold it
Already hit, ain't even much wanted
Got dead pres, I'ma pray the card haunted
My automatic stress got they plot all daunted
My Arab thot look like Pocahontas
I don't understand why you thinkin' you can rob me
Robbed twenty n***as, fuck n***a shoulda shot me
Sippin' hi-tech, ate a fuckload of poppys
Watchin' YouTube, rap star carbon copies
With the blues clues, let the fiends get 'em off me
Happy mud shawty, coca-cola wit' the coffee
Pain killer shawty, I'ma die about robbin'
Got your girlfriend sobbin', can't get her mind off me
Suwoo shawty, rock a red rag, whoadie
Smokin' chops by the water on a boat, now she top me
Fuck her face to ease my mind
Throw the bitch in a trash bin
I'm so exquisite, bitch
Long dick, explicit shit
I blow my load all on her line
Press the head on her ass rim
I fuck your main bitch raw
And then she sucked my dawg
[Chorus: KirbLaGoop]
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens
Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens