BM J.R.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'

I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout

Money no more man, so what fuck

You know what we goin' do ha?

What we been doing, huh, nigga

We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'

Keep fucking hoes

Loading up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too, nigga

I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it, I got it

Murder capital, only key to survive is kill

If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real

And niggas know I goes 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 hoody

Get fucked ya play pussy

We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt

But the head shots took him

Damn

And if the red dot spot him then the hollow head got him

Knock his top to his bottom, jack, yeah

You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom

At the very bottom of the map

Louisiana piranhas everywhere you at

You gotta wear a extra condom and an extra gat

You bitch could get it for acting like a man

Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man

I back his hand ya man on command

In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam

I'm on, I adjust in different climates

Ducking the animal keep on running with my primates

You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states

Weezy hustle, no blubber, I put on weight

And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch more

Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks

You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, 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 no not who they pushing, Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya, Lord

I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god

They riding up highway to heaven boulevard

Damn, them niggas pussy and jive

Not even in an eye exam, they ain't looking for "I"

The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side

Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side

'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high

And when we hungry you look like pie

Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly

Don't make me get the biscuit buster

What up gizzle you my distant brother

Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep

I skip the fronting and sticks 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 its all about one thing nigga

If you 'bout money nigga come fuck with us,

If you ain't bout money get the fuck from 'round us nigga

And whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it

However you wanna get it we can give it to ya

Order bitch, ya under-dig

Put ya prints in nigga

Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll

Hey, hey

You sleep in a field for trying the dude

I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food

Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you

I lie his body in grease set fire to him

I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him

Make him feel the Escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn!

I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep

They ways when I'm in the streets with Blake

Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate

And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea

And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table

I keep the eight

My side pocket sideways

When I pop it leave a nigga sideways

For five days

Birdman talk to 'em

Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I tell em' again, shorty

If it ain't about no money get the motherfuck from 'round us, nigga

Hey, hey

Check my swag, I travel like sound dog

You play hard in the gravel like ground dog

I'm underground call me groundhog

Lay down logs call me ground law

Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw

Because I am the Birdman J-R

I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin, nigga

With the 40 cal Ripkin, nigga, rip a nigga

Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield

Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels

You feeling animal then come on and get killed

The Sig peel bandannas like banana's

Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana

In my cabana

With my bottom bitch from savanna

Man a train couldn't stop ya 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 'bout some money get at me nigga

That's the only way

Dumb shit, we 'bout that, get at me, yeah under-dig?

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga