Kodak Black Lil Birdie Lyrics

[Intro]
(Two monkey, you are not my monkey)
One monkey
Two monkey (You are not my maluki)
I don't know if they payin' homage, either way I'm in they pocket
[?] and DJ Frisco my cousin', this my man's baby cousin and they f*ckin'

[Verse]
Baby girl you cute, I like you, naw but you ain't really hittin' on nothin'
Doin' his time, here day for day, I ain't really missin' no nothin'
I'll rock it with you, but lately I ain't been gettin' that same vibe
Everytime I'm goin' through my pain you entertained by
You know whats been goin' on in my head, what I be trippin' bout?
I wish I get the same love that I be dishin' out
I wish my brother send my kite so I can fly us somethin'
Deep down inside, I'm sad as f*ck, but I can't cry for nothing
My heart be weak, my swear to god man ain't no tears fallin'
They want that shit, I'll spin my back, they ain't know was out there robbin'
My lady be playin' games, but I ain't gon' lose no sleep about it
So I'm just gon' put that shit on wack, ain't gon' greave about it
We'll speak to caviar lil brother, with Versace linin'
I'm givin' you glincin' of some weekend shit, called "Project Livin'"
Any mention with my trap friends ain't really different
With a Mac-10 from back then when I was in the trenches
A nigga shit on me one time tryina get even with you
Thought you were birdin' at my nigga, I had to believe it in ya
Out here steppin' by myself cause I don't need a hitta
This shit deeper than rap, they love be cause I'm a real nigga
I'm the truth, I ain't gotta cap f*cked the inner booth then I ain't got no rap
All my jewelry on, I tote my pistol everywhere
So they don't know that thuggin boy, ain't you a millionare?
I'm a slang this cane and bust a brain and the crack hard
Demure boss, I put my private plane in your backyard
Heard from a eater you be tweetin' like you some demon, and I'm ain't
Only reason reason I broke fifty if its some [?], all that
Stamped out fresh peppermint, my breath don't stank
Get that money, boy I'm rushin'; let her still move out your bae
And for the culture, I'm vegan, zoolin' it
I'm a muthaf*ckin' vulture, yous a stupid jit
I'm finna be landin' with those switches then I'm shittin' on your head
On on the curve, early bird
Need to get this money first, you reach in the evening? Gun alert
Got two three days, like B2K, you pull up and you get served
Who I be killin'? For the most part I be chillin', so now you know
Ain't go no chicken, but you be tender bout these bitches
How'd that go?
Boy I get messy, like I'm broke but got that dirt bank
If she got some sense she'll let me hit it on the first day
You ain't no killer bitch ass nigga, you the birthday
And for my birthday all I wanted was a perc cake
I'm robbin'; real stole jit, use to steal clothes
I'm to outdated for birdbrained niggas and real hoes

[Outro]
Track, FN, switch
They swear they game, but all them niggas f'n switch
You know what I mean? They better be ready for these switches
You know what I mean? They finna be swimmin' with the fishes