Yeah
Bird Vauro in this building
Bitch
I hope you hear that
You know, bitch
Traffic group
Hah
Hah
Yeah
That

Too money, my pocket full
Fuckin' your girl, you're so fool
Lemme do my shit, breakin' my bricks
Controlled for me, you gotta chip

You know, she don't wanna friendship
That I'm animal, you gotta fix
To lot of songs, lot of clips
You're prisoner, wantin' be free

But to gotta, you gotta creep
Doin' the way they like, I got pussy to fuck all night
Cuttin' your head, you die
They cry 'cause I'm so hot

Knockin' all, I'm so fly
The earth dug, I gotta corpse
Tryin' to get me, I got the cops
They call me boss, so you don't better cross

All I do is ball
To my tool, I gotta power
A long time in this bullshit to my group
Talkin' about reality, I mean truth

You fuck me wrong, you fall down
'Cause I'm Bird Vauro and I run this town
You heard that?
Bitch
Shh