Clams Casino - Bird Call lyrics

[Intro] Quack, quack [Verse 1] I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car You ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'all I just spit a punchline, smile then they bird call Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball I'm dealing with some sh** that really don't concern y'all Punch a fan if you get a f**ing word wrong I'm wavy, giving you some sh** that you can surf on Finding me a b**h I can swerve on Frank Thomas homie, 'bout to put the hurt on Your b**h a night light in bed, she turned on Roll some weed, tell her burn one [Hook] Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one [Verse 2] Yea, I used to give a f** about success Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress Hope she down for bu*ts**, it will be a cum fest Sorry that's some sh** I had to confess Crazy-a** b**h doing 911 threats Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds Now I'm at the top and the crown fit, gold on my outfit Surrounded by this p**y, I'mma drown in it Got that wet pack, b**h come and give me that You know we want to know where them titties at Got 'em ga**ed, they be asking what I'm cooking with Have your little brother ask your moms what a p**y is? Corruption, stunting at the function Your girl p**y smell like Sour Cream & Onion Pay attention, you'll learn something Roll that weed up, burn one [Hook]