Bird Call Lyrics - Mac Miller

1 Quack, quack

2 I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar

3 Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car

4 You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all

5 I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call

6 Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball

7 I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all

8 Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong

9 I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on

10 Finding me a bitch I can swerve on

11 Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on

12 Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on

13 Throw some weed, tell her burn one

14 Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

15 Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

16 Yea, I used to give a fuck about success

17 Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress

18 Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast

19 Sorry that's some shit I had to confess

20 Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats

21 Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds

22 Now I'm at the top and the crown fit

23 Gold on my outfit

24 Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in

25 Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that

26 You know we wanna know where them titties at

27 Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with

28 Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is

29 Corruption, stuntin' at the function

30 Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion

31 Pay attention, you'll learn something

32 Roll that weed up, burn one

33 Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

34 Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one