Lyrics: Muhammad Afiq Bin Hisham/Karl Azari bin Kamarudzaman
Music: Muhammad Afiq Bin Hisham
Dead bird, put that shit in a pack
Yeah
I'm in the cut with Raf, me and Karl goin' plat
To the peak with my bag on
I got my bag on
Dead bird swag, I'm making peace 'fore I'm dead, gone
Blue diamond light up from my chest like I'm Iron Man
I was in the woods, Journey to the West, no Vivienne
Used to walk so low now I'm high as **** at the bank
Shit lookin' too real in this game call it next-gen
My money be doing some jumping jacks
They getting active
Suruh Afiq bawak body bag
Arc'teryx
Who the **** is you, uh
Are you on the guestlist?
They come alive when I'm in the cut (Yeah)
I'm necromancing
Pack him up, he don't know what he talkin'
Gas me up like a dead bird fossil
I get paid, I put that on my closet
I don't ball but I move phenomenal
I'm in the cold, I got Arc'teryx
Eat my veggies, karats
Spend my money like shit's inherited
Bag too deep, I put some flair in it
She suckin' me off while my shit be playin, that's that radio head
I ain't seen that pussy boy for so long, I think he dead
Ju- judging the way they look at me, it's like I'm dead
Shahalamistan for the ones that raised me, I was born and bred
To the city I was bred in
This the city I get bread in
Picked up a hobby now I'm rockin' a twizz
Not too many know how we live
Even if I don't win, I'm makin' the list
Dead bird, put that shit in a pack
Yeah
I'm in the cut with Raf, me and Karl goin' plat
To the peak with my bag on
I got my bag on
Dead bird swag, I'm making peace 'fore I'm dead, gone
Blue diamond light up from my chest like I'm Iron Man
I was in the woods, Journey to the West, no Vivienne
Used to walk so low now I'm high as **** at the bank
Shit lookin' too real in this game call it next-gen (Uh oh, uh oh, oh)
Uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh
Uh oh, uh oh, oh