77 Birds

[Chorus: Young Scooter] 77 birds in a trash can My cooker cook the dope with his left hand Six hundred bales in the caravan Do the math thats a whole lot of free bands [Verse 1: Young Scooter] I know I say some shit you wouldn't understand Just to walk in my shoes you need a million cash Plus you need another hundred thousand just for gas All that road running, trapping for them free bands Salute my partner pimp, thats my right hand Look at all the shit we did you'd get a hundred years My plug said i made 'em like 200 mills Introduced him to that jug and gave me stupid deals How you selling kilos and going back broke Can’t worry about a bitch when you got kilos You a real nigga don’t disrespect the dough I got bricks in every trash can in mexico [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] We bought a split so I couldn't afford a free skeet They say I'm winning like a nigga got a cheat sheet Damn, got a girl with them squares .. I call her KiKi And have them hundreds face up when you meet me When i hit it make it come back hard as concrete You p**sy nigga cross the street i cross the country And if you suck a glass dick you's a junkey I got a fetish yeah i love counting money .. 77 birds in the trash can Sold so many singles I should be on SoundScan Sold so many deuces I should be on a wanted poster And I whip so much dope my arm need a motor [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] I done been the driver of the caravan Inside the van I got like 600 bands I-95 with them Georgia tags I’m head it to New York, Brooklyn Pull up in your hood i’m a road runner Told you niggas young scooter takin orders Plus I love for all my dope to hold the water Every day the sunshine, we cross the border I’m in mexico fucking with the Migos Me and cartel counting up zeros I got more clientele than my plug though Soldier walking with them bands, that's 44