

Prompt / Lyrics
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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2:39
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2/10/2025