Song Lyrics

Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me

Rounds up in that chamber, I'm a gangsta like my daddy
My mama caused another problem when she had me
They found another dead body in the alley
They found another dead body in the alleyway
Stackin' paper, I'm a gangsta like my granny
It's money over everything if you ask me
They found another dead body in the alley
They found another dead body in the alleyway
I'm stoppin', poppin' like a shootin' guard
My seat is back, I'm too relaxed, not movin' out this car
I shot your child, so what? You know we wildin' after dark
The sun come down and guns come out, you know Ramona Park
Bandana brown, my skin is brown, I'm fightin' wit' the law
We runnin' 'round the city, east, west and the north
G check, better leap if you feelin' frog
You wit' the shit, getcho feet wet wit' the sharks

Not a choice in my heart
Choose to fly or fall, ohh
So if you fall, it might hurt
Choose to fly or fall

Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me
Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they'll never f*ck wit' me

Rounds up in that chamber, I'm a gangsta like my daddy

Dacoury Natche, Michael Russell, Vince Staples, Gareth Daly, Adam Manella