[Lyric] Birds Gonna Fly Actual Lyrics (NLE Choppa)

[Intro]
I think we found a loophole
Ah, ah
Woah ah, ah
Woah, ah, ah
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (ayy)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, woah (ayy
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, woah

[Chorus]
I can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
But I know that a nigga's gonna die tonight
He want a dove, so I told him, "Come and pay the price"
He pull up on us, then we stretch him for his merchandise
We had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
Lay him down real flat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
One deep in the scat pack and I'm lookin' for a brain to snatch
Thеy say I'm cold, need to change my ways
Them niggas really just playеd
I told my girl just fill the grave
And I dare a fuck nigga try to play me
Cook a nigga like some gravy
Bought like two-three in the eighties
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I put a Xanny up in the Sprite
I ain't even drink it, I'm doin' it right
They say I be trippin', but I know I'm righteous yeah
Ay, I got a bitch and she fuckin' all night
She lickin' and suckin' you know that she bitin'
And I ain't gon' like, I think I'm likin' her
The way that I'm feelin', I'm ready to go
I pop me a rose so I feel a lil' bold
Choppa bullets took the millions of a nigga
We was tryna knock the head off his throat
Heard what he said, at the scene, where he at
And I state them facts and now I'm on go
Fly out to Cali, I go get the pack
And I'm comin' back, three racks on go
Heard what you said 'bout the word in her mouth
Put that bitch in the grave, then I'm diggin' him out
We don't care who he is, we finna stretch him
'Cause I'm quarantining and I'm in the drought
Dare a fuck nigga come take my water
Up the stick, that's on my daughter
Looked up to the brain
Caught up on molly, he like my bro
Never sellin' we go for nothin'
Every action got repercussions
He smilin', we leave 'em muddy
RIght after he get to duckin'
That Memphis nigga, fifty round on him, posted in the Jordans
I got my queen right on side on me, nigga fuck yo' guns
[Chorus]
I can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
But I know that a nigga's gonna die tonight
He want a dove, so I told him come and pay the price
He pull up on us, then we stretch him for his merchandise
We had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
Lay him down real flat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
One deep in the scat pack and I'm lookin' for a brain to snatch
They say I'm cold, need to change my ways
Them niggas really just played
I told my girl just fill the grave
And I dare a fuck nigga try to play me
Cook a nigga like some gravy
Bought like two-three in the eighties

[Verse 2]
Wish they could take me back when I was baby
Because it seems like a lot of people hate me
Toxic vibes and don't nobody wanna date me
Promise you ride and I'ma change up the patience
I left my feelings at the door, don't have to spoil it
Don't aim at your heart and then reload oh woah
All of our problems keep 'em closed, don't let 'em know
You put them people in our business, I go inside the grove
And I ain't feel this type of pain in so long
The same feeling that I felt when my dawg was gone
While I been rockin' on this roll, I pray to get it on
Will I make it to my destination? Nobody knows
Lot of tree smoke, we blow it in O's
Bitch you heard what I said, and you trippin' 'bout a ho
If a ho get wrong, disrespecting swear to God we gon' blow
They named my choppa Lil' Timber 'cause that bitch it got a scope
[Chorus]
I can see that the birds gonna fly tonight
But I know that a nigga's gonna die tonight
He want a dove, so I told him come and pay the price
He pull up on it, then we stretch him for his merchandise
We had to do it, lay him down like a laundromat
Lay him down real flat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Pull up with the black and shoot his back, rip through his belly fat
One deep in the scat pack and I'm lookin' for a brain to snatch
They say I'm cold, need to change my ways
Them niggas really just played
I told my girl just fill the grave
And I dare a fuck nigga try to play me
Cook a nigga like some gravy
Bought like two-three in the eighties