Bird Bath - Rick Ross, Noah

Give a nigga leg room, that’s what I said to him

Recognize this face, we do the peace sign to 'em

Niggas standing and whispering, I’m like «fuck what they talking»

Stay cool, clutch guns while I’m walking

Hope they stop and duck while I’m sparking

Introduce their mom to a homicide sergeant

Flaming your apartment, slug through your carpet

Two bricks of scale, top shelf in your closet

You ratting on the cartel which was nonsense

A code of silence, I feel a bitch should know

If you open your mouth I feel a bitch should go

Hit the quick vote, okay, slit your throat

Make sure here she’s not fit to flow

This the vote, cool, nigga

My fellas, this ain’t something that your bitch should know

If they asking about me, hey, I kick the flow

It’s hit and go, hit the do', hit the dough

Hit the dro, get some mo'

Flip a bird, but I gotta spit some mo'

Sip some Mo' in the 8−4, yo, bitch, lay low

Any debts I pay fo', spray fo'

Satisfying the mix with the yayo

And I was locked up on the 8th flo'

I’m walking out the house while it’s bright and early

Just hung up the phone, is ready to serve me

Gotta meet 'em by the dock, see, I buy the boatload

Don’t trust no niggas, but my vatos loco

When you’re me pistols are rarely needed

With these prices I’m strictly business and I mean it

Seven gram a block, I’m moving seventy in seven days

Got seven distributes in seven different states

We money mates, we never break the

We get your tongue froze from that uncut taste

We millionaire thugs making exchanges in sway lucks

Poke us in on distribution with cassettes and drugs

Never ever gunplay, that’s for the broke, I let my mouth teach

Walking with a two point three in the bag South Beach

Making deals, spending expensive wheels for thrills

Counting money so late, man, you gotta pop a pill

Receiving money and load, copping kilos from boats

Before this, you know our steelo was strictly cutting

Extortion involving bloody ransom notes

Now it’s kingpin folks and hundred pound cocaine quotes

It’s a bird bath, we move a hundred a week

The player price which can never be beat

Not by a nigga on these city streets

Trying to push a two gram just to get on his feet

This is a bath of birds served by

Prices you never heard, yeah, my flake is nice

So what I’m young and I keep the caine?

If you come up short that’s a bullet to the brain

I could break down a brick

Never *snorting noises* even though I stay around the shit

Spray around some shit, bound to get surround your clique

You was looking for respect, but you found a clip

From the sound, shit, the fo' pound found your rib

Have to wet your crib so I can drown your kids

My nigga Jabar who down on a bid

Copped this bitch a Benz to get around for the kids

Y’all fake hustlers, busters, I’ll cut ya

You signing to who?

So fuck ya

Musher when I clutch the bitch boy gutter

Box cutter, move with every word you utter

A bird bathtub, you cats will puff herb slaps

By 5 pm I’ve been in my third

Serving crabs, elevated to birds

Calimate the first, celebrated then splurged

On iceberg and slow, invite birds

More than nine birds, you saying the right words

My sight blurred with teflon light

Twenty karat ice work, Prada shoes, nice shirt

Still know it’s a pill strapped, cock back, kill tracks

Steel bats, peel windshields back for that crack

Still rap, block niggas feel that, yeah yeah, feel that