He's a Bird, He's a Plane Song Lyrics

The Dope house, got it snowin' in the summer
Drug runner, fuck the, "I'm-a gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit's called, "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba"

I smoke her 'cuz I love her, bought a Danny Glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother
From the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance

I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible products
My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush

I'm-a keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four p.m., call me Los Kevorkian

Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane

In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices