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Drivin real slow cause the wheels low
Can’t be doin deals with the real goat
A-I spittin bars im the real ghost
Lyrics I wrote down and I still post
Yeah I still post
Got the game up in a choke hold
Know I’m cutthroat
10 toes I never fold
Pockets on a overload
Ice on chain cause you know I’m cold
Pep in step cause you know I’m bold
Wallet too fat can’t even fold
Big Backwood im livin gold
RedNeck YC Royce is Rolled
B-Y-R-D got a pool
Big A-V, yeah, got a tool
But K-C, yeah, keep it cool
Uh, uh, yeah
Cruisin through with all black tint
Stayin true my money fresh print
In a Bel-Air like imma fresh prince
Backseat ridin with my chick
Country backroad swerve and twist
Pedal down then clutch and shift
Moonshine sippin with tight grip
Kickin the dust up, can’t see shit
So far out ain’t even got zip
Bonfire lit but the bass still hit
Open that shit and takin a sip
Moonshine strong, I’m curling my lip
That moonshine strong, the night look lit
Boots in the air she bitin her lip
Smokin loud while speakers rip
Weed so lit now we on a trip
She told me to get a grip
She told me to write this shit
Blowing up and makin hits
Name up on the Forbes List
I made it outta Oregon
Used to complain about the rain
Know I made it through that pain
Now my name up on that chain
And bitches screamin out my name
I came from mud and jacking things
To wearin cuts on diamond rings
I grew up hating my own brain
But now I see im not the same
That’s why I have so many names
B-Y-R-D built for fame
RedNeck YC built for game
Big Backwood stay smoking same
A-V blood up in my veins 
But KC mud stay with my name
BIRD! 

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