Birds

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Yung Joc)]

Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds (They fly high, don't they?)

I was watchin' all the birds on Bouldercrest Street

Watchin' all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet (C'mon)

Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds

I was watchin' all the birds on Bouldercrest Street (Ay Gucc)

Watchin' all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet (Let's give a holla at 'em)

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]

Okay it's thirty-six stones on the face of my watch

Got thirty-six zones with the [?] in the pot

I got a thirty-eight chrome that'll blast on spot

Nigga, you don't wanna see me when I'm thirty-eight hot

Yeah, I pay a couple cops just to go and hush 'em up

And we keep that straight drop, we don't play that touch and bust

Got a sixty-nine Chevelle, pimpin', everything for sale

Wrap 'em in the turkey bags, even dogs can't smell

When I take my shirt off, all the hoes stop breathin'

When hit the purp I damn near stop breathin'

Yeah, I'm in and out of traffic, got the old school weavin'

The ice so cold all the hoes start sneezin' (Achoo!)

I'm super p-noid, Joc on alert

Ridin' dirty with the word "no insurance" on the [?]

I got a couple runners and they don't 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

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Gucci Mane)]

Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds (Okay J, jail still nothin', huh?)

I was watchin' all the birds on Bouldercrest Street (Nicki!)

Watchin' all the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet (Gucci!)

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

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Niggas on personal, more in person but I'm twerkin'

I'm o national, trafficking, call that networkin'

The bird chirpin', it's [?] past perfect

Like J Worthy I dropped twenty plus last Thursday

But I'm 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, I'm blowin' up, no particles

Gucci Man's a trapper but that question's 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 I'm the author of [?] in charge of ya

While I burn a million my kitchen just like an Oscar nod

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

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

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]

Thirsty zone, thirsty zone, a thousand a gram, bitch

Workin' on that Boldercrest, [?]

Murray shoe walkin' and my pinky ring big as shit

[?] bounce them spots, they all cram with 'em bricks

Stay down, stay down, trappin' at the bus stop

Runnin' through them cars, throwin' stacks like they hopscotch

Texico shorty, bomb in the bushes

Right hand turnin' and still servin' [?]

Millions once a day, goddamn I trap stupid

VVS diamonds, make a little movie

Slap that bitch in brinx, got my trap fast movin'

[?], call that bitch the mueller

Young Juiceman, and I'm the brick abuser

Thirty-four, thirty-four and still serving music

See-through pyrex, got my thinkin' stupid

Left wrist retarded dog, call my shit fruity

Seventy-two donks, same color as Rudy

Pink cellphone, got my traphouse boomin'

Birds, birds, birds, okay let's move it!

Birds, birds, birds, let's make a damn movie!