Lor Scoota - Bird Flu lyrics

[Intro] Lor Scoota DJ Manny We in this b**h [Hook] Choo! I think I got the bird flu I'm tired of selling packs I think I need a bird or two(x2) We selling scrabble, coke, and smack(x7) Keep them junkies coming back [Verse 1] We selling scrabble, coke, and smack The dope so good, I let the junky hit it once he damn near had a heart attack If you cop from me I guarantee you coming right back We got that real morphine, you n***as using percocet I'm in the trap counting stacks On point like a tat Selling dope out the house Blowing smoke out my mouth Got the ratchet on deck The forty right under the couch These n***as say they selling d** but they just like to run they mouth He ain't ever sold a drug and he ain't ever caught a charge All that faking that he doing, they need to charge his a** with fraud Talking about you seen fifty grams n***a yeah alright Only thing you sold was nickel bags of ratchet for your aunt I don't even like to brag, but sometimes I flaunt Hit the kitty grab 500 just to stunt I'm gonna spend at least 40 50 dollars on blunts I ain't stingy, drug money, it's gonna buy you what you want [Hook] [Verse 2] I got the raw, real raw, I give it to them raw In them twenty twenty bags, coke inside the jar Let the fiend taste the coke, he said he couldn't feel his jaw I called the plug and told him thumbs up, good job! Right back on the block I'm selling d** like it's a job Junkies walking around the block, I got them lined up on the wall Them dope crowds look like after school at Mondawmin Mall I got a hundred pills on me, on my way to hit this mark I'm gonna keep on selling d**, f** a distribution law I'm plugged in with all the plugs, they know I'm a trap star Make something out of nothing, turn an ounce into a car And if you f**ing with that money I'm gonna have to take you on [Hook] [Outro] You already know what's up, shout out to my G street n***as,let's get it Shout out to the F fifteen hundred RNT twenty eight hundred