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