text: Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds 
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet 
  Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street 
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet 
  Okay its thirty-six stones on the face of my watch
  Got thirty-six zones with the in the pot
  I got a thirty-eight chrome thatll blast on spot
  Nigga, you dont wanna see me when Im thirty-eight hot
  Yeah, I pay a couple cops just to go and hush em up
  And we keep that straight drop, we dont play that touch and bust
  Got a sixty-nine Chevelle, pimpin, everything for sale
  Wrap em in the turkey bags, even dogs cant smell
  When I take my shirt off, all the hoes stop breathin
  When hit the purp I damn near stop breathin
  Yeah, Im in and out of traffic, got the old school weavin
  The ice so cold all the hoes start sneezin 
  Im super p-noid, Joc on alert
  Ridin dirty with the word no insurance on the 
  I got a couple runners and they dont make beef
  I got a full team and all we do is play street
  Mookin Playboy, choppers on deck and we keep a party packed for the papas on deck
  Then I hit my nigga Gucci and partner OJ
  They got some niggas at the four-way movin four ways
  Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds 
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street 
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet 
  Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet
  Niggas on personal, more in person but Im twerkin
  Im o national, trafficking, call that networkin
  The bird chirpin, its past perfect
  Like J Worthy I dropped twenty plus last Thursday
  But Im Wilt Chamberlain, dancin and dang-a-langs
  Pie, squish, scraping, cooking kettles and bakeries
  You hustlers lazy ass, blow your wages on marginals
  Grey kush, white caine, pill color of cardinal
  I blowed up, Im blowin up, no particles
  Gucci Mans a trapper but that questions rhetorical
  Go ask an oracle, better yet read an article
  Fans use binoculars, Gucci sellin tilapia
  Twin choppiers, papias stand on top of ya
  Helicopter transferrin you to the top-a-rung
  See Im the author of in charge of ya
  While I burn a million my kitchen just like an Oscar nod
  Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet
  Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds
  I was watchin all the birds on Bouldercrest Street
  Watchin all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet
  Thirsty zone, thirsty zone, a thousand a gram, bitch
  Workin on that boater cred, 
   shoe walkin and my pinky ring big as shit
   bounce them spots, they all cram with them bricks
  Stay down, stay down, trappin at the bus stop
  Runnin ten cars, throwin stacks like they hopscotch
  Pensacola shorty, bomb and she bougie
  Right hand turnin and 
  Million a day, goddamn I trap stupid
  VVS diamonds, make a little movie
  Slap that bitch in brinx, got my trap ass movin
  , call that bitch the mueller
  Young Drew Manning, Im the big abuser
  Thirty-four, thirty-four and still used her
  See-through pyrex, got my cookies 
  Left wrist retarded dog, call my shit fruity
  Seventy-two donks, same color as Rudy
  Bitch pay her phone, got my traphouse boomin
  Birds, birds, birds, okay lets move it!
  Birds, birds, birds, lets make a damn movie!