Robb Bank$ - Byrd Call lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$] OW! Whoo! Whoo C2 Turn me up Turn me up Turn me up Phone Phone 3peat Phone 3peat 3peat 3peat 3peat 3peat Double S Double S Lets go! Yeah Nuez, these motherf**ers, where my shades at? (Where my shades at dawg?) This for all you hating a** b**hes That thought it was over It will never stop You b**h! [Pre Hook: Robb Bank$] Aye I might make her s** it on the camera All I'm missing is a scandal I remix it like it's Karo I bet Ashley want me back now It's the Dream Team boy we pa** them Slap you, remove your face tattoos I walk in that talking did it I flew in the rubber feathers Moonwalk My thriller renown No snitch might single them out Got head on the couch (I do) I'm allergic to b**h I just blew my nose in her blouse They tell you it's round (Whoo!) That b**h had you around My ad-libs is out in her mouth These p**y n***as make me so sick I got to drink a whole pint of Coke with it With the birds goes though (though) b**h it ain't a rooftop (No!) Brad Pitt at the shows (I do) Best lookin' n***a in the mall (I do!) She DM'ed me like I gave a f** But she tweedle dee and tweedle dum Know its Double S bu*t-f**ing inglorious The roid n***a no flock [Hook: Robb Bank$] Byrd call Byrd call n***a, Bird call Byrd call Byrd call n***a, Byrd call Phone on From the side, turn the phone on Can't stop, won't stop n***a, Byrd call [Verse 2: Robb Banks] b**h needa' chill with the texting that calling You play to much Got BBS sent me them BM's She hopped I'm my DM's I know that lil' lady loves No touching no touching No kids though you must be sick Cause we do not do babies here Yeah f** n***a You must be mental or Hansel & Gretel I do not follow crows My n***a I was gun toting Sold a hundred pack of Copans Even when I ain't have nothing Mainly Otis with the broke sh** Now my money overflowing' Kicking sh** up in New York Walk in the 300 office I'm the big boss, Cohen Extravagant, Savagery You know I'm back in it Mike Jack's in it Nose Job, my n***a you smelling k**in' it, Last week f**ed a native American Tore her back up, bare Felt like the Revenant [Hook: Robb Bank$] Byrd call Byrd call n***a, Bird call Byrd call Byrd call n***a, Byrd call Phone on From the side, turn the phone on Can't stop, won't stop n***a, Byrd call [Pre Hook: Robb Bank$] Aye I might make her s** it on the camera All I'm missing is a scandal I remix it like it's Karo I bet Ashley want me back now It's the Dream Team boy we pa** them Slap you, remove your face tattoos I walk in that talking did it I flew in the rubber feathers