Birds

Stress on my mind

Huncho

Stress on my mind but I don’t show it

Cash around me and I might blow it

Bought it home but my parents didn’t notice yeah

They sat down with some writers, man I sat down and I wrote it

Yeah, I can’t ever lose my focus

2014 in a Focus, 2019 in some Royce’s

And I got about 5 9’s, no cap

In a Rangey it’s illegal, no tax

Yeah I’m sowing what I’m reaping, some racks

And I smoke a little suttum, relax

I don’t talk about no printers, it's just facts

And I hate it when she’s acting all attached

And it ain’t true that sometimes opposites attract

I made a promise to my family, it’s a pact

I’m making music, I got business, I got packs

I dropped a mortgage on a house and it’s detached

I got the suttin' in my house, it’s a wrap

I need to seal up the pack up with the vac

Yeah I’m back

I still got some birds

Left them in the nest

I still got some birds

And some live in west

I still gotta press

So **** all the press

Cartier bangles fresh

Smile more and I worry less

I might count up when I wanna and I’m smoking m*******a

When I get that cash I smile all day, yeah

When I get that cash I smile all day

When I see my dash I drive all day

Give her three stripes that I call Kanye

No fugazi, come my way

I’m good with the rock, that’s Coldplay

Good with the rock, good with Dwayne

I’m a top boy, I don’t know Dushane

Hop up out the Range, why you looking strange?

Is it cuz I gained, I still never changed

I try keep straight, there’s no traffic in my lane

Drinking on some water, pissing out some water

3 litre engine under the Porsche, yeah

Hold up, got another order

I’m sitting with Porsche her head is so awesome

She sees the mask, I’m coming like Bane

She’s looking pure, pure like c*****e

I be a lion, nah I can’t be tamed

Got the whole gang inside of the Range

Sending some shots but they're out of my range, yeah

Autobahn stay in my lane

Automatic Huncho’s gonna spend a little change

Digi dash and I had to digital my scales

Know some ***** bruddas, feminine males

This ain’t no story, no fairy tale

Get in the package, I Royal the mail

Lazy bruddas their just destined to fail

Running to money I got me a sale

I might count up till I’m nauseous

Huncho, please approach with caution

Can’t you see me I’ve been working

I smoke one, she like perky’s

And those t*****s looking perky

Is my freedom really worth it?

I ain’t guilty, that’s the verdict

But I’m guilty, that’s my verdict

I’m just giving out some sermons

Tryna stay away from vermins

With a Tina we can turn him

I’m with Tina, she ain’t Turner

Just a ****, nothing further

I’m with Tina she’s a burner, yeah

And I’m the sole earner

**** what you wanna