[Verse 1: 44 Bird]
All my bitches hate me but I'm still stylin'
Swerve into the wrong lane, reroutin'
Making up lies on my name, you wilin'
Teach your girl how to swang, I'm bout it
Born in Ana-crime moved to Fullerton with the wicked [?]
You know I'm never lacking bitch I'm with my gang
We don't even slang we just get the gwap
We just making art sippin' Wockhardt
Lemme press start, that bitch broke my heart
Moonwalking like Michael Jackson on the pop chart
She a pop star eat her pussy like a Pop-Tart
Blacked out at the party screaming "That Part"
My heart racing like a Nascar
And my life won't get far
Smoking non-stop staring at the stars

[Break: 44 Bird, TheYvngNC]
YvngNC up in this bitch and the flow he gonna switch
And the flow I'm gonna switch

[Verse 2: TheYvngNC]
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