Bm J.R.

Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about I'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like They ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes Loading up on more bitches Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never getting full I'm full-blooded with this grind Yeah they don't understand little nigga Murder capital only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I go hard to the fullest Get involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga) Ha, we hit 'em up while they're looking And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about) Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em Knock his top to his bottom jack Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat Your bitch can get it for acting like a man And niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man I backwards hand your man on command In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side 'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high And when we're hungry you look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill You not know me for nothing other I'm something other Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills My speeches can kill, rest in peace Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what! My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah! And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman talk to 'em Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog I'm underground, call me groundhog Lay down laws, call the ground law Don't confuse me with the law, no But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still 'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels You're feeling animal then come on and get killed The Sig peel bandannas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop you man I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga