BM J.R.

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, shawty, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Batman) I'm peepin' these niggas out been slippin', look like they ain't 'bout money no more, man, so, uh Fuck, you know what we gon' do, huh? What we been doin', huh, nigga? We gon' load up, get a lot more, get a lot more, and say fuck 'em, nigga (Y-yeah) Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loadin' up on more bitches Then, you know what I'm sayin'? We gon' get greedy too, nigga I ain't never gettin' full I'm full-blooded with this grind (I got it, I got it) Yeah, holla at them, lil' nigga [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Murder capital, only key to survive is kill (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout) If the elements don't murder you, the riders will, for real (Ah, yeah) And niggas know I go hard to the fullest (Uh-huh) Get involved and I got 'em playin' dodgeball with bullets (Ah-ah) Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully (Come on, shawty) In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (Pussy-ass nigga) Hah, we hit 'em up while they ain't lookin' And the body shots hurt, but the headshots took him (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, boy) Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em Then the hollow head got 'em (We been doin' this shit too, nigga) Knock his top to his bottom, jack (Uptown's finest, bitch) Yeah, you see, we grind from the bottom (CMR, nigga) Just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map (Tell 'em about it, nigga) Lil Weezyana, piranhas everywhere you at (Ah) You gotta wear your extra condom and an extra gat (Ain't nothin', this that dope, nigga) Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man (You under-dig?) And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man (We almost ran 'em like that, daddyo) I backwards-hand your man on command (Come on, man) In front of niggas he cool with, them boys on fan (Fredo-ass nigga, shawty) I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Duckin' the animal keeper, runnin' with my primates (Yeah) 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 (I see you, nigga) You don't even come up to a nigga chest, paw Subpar, what the fuck they play that in the club for? Real shit, I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war (Ah) No religion, but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em, for they know not who they pushin', Lord (Yeah, yeah) Father, forgive me if I have to send 'em to you, Lord I'm just tryna dodge the shots they send to the god They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard (Fuck 'em then, shawty) Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in an eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I (Believe it) The A and the K'll make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin', everybody gotta look from the side 'Cause when you wildin', you ain't lookin', you just lookin' 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, yeah (Sweet-ass, pussy-ass, jive-ass motherfucker) What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother (Holla, lil' young nigga) Real shit, nigga, same father, different mothers, yeah (Okay) I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill (Fuck 'em, shawty) You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other than people, you feel? I'm deeper, for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace [Interlude: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, you under-dig, shawty? It's all about one thing, nigga If you 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us (Y-yeah) If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it However you wan' get it, we can give it to you, nigga (Y-yeah) Order, bitch You under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll, holla (Let me get it back, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Birdman] You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust your head to the meat (Yeah), turn your mind to food (Okay) Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you (Okay, shawty) I lie his body in grease, set fire to him (Fuck him, burn him) I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him (Burn him, drown him) Make him feel the Escalade, put his feet in the blades (Ah) Damn, I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets with Blake, why? My nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah (Okay) And though he got me, you can ask (Yeah) I'm like a pool table, I keep the eight, haha (Eight) My side pocket sideways When I pop it, leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman, talk to 'em [Interlude: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, nigga, I'll tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again, shawty If it ain't 'bout no money, get the motherfuck from 'round me nigga (Fuck that, I'm comin' back in, ayy, ayy) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Check my swag, I travel like sound, dog You play hard and I'm gravel like ground, dog (Come on, nigga) I'm underground, call me groundhog (Yeah) Lay down laws, call me ground-law (Give it to 'em, shawty, fuck 'em) Don't confuse me with the law, nah But just confuse me with my pa Because I am the Birdman J.R. (Brr) I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken, nigga With the 40-Cal Ripken, nigga, rip a nigga (Ah) Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack your baby mama, but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still 'Cause the lil' nigga still ride on big wheels You feelin' animal, then come on and get killed (Yeah) The SIG peel bandannas like bananas (Yeah) Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah (Yeah, shawty) Man, a train couldn't stop your man (Ah) 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, that's the [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, nigga You 'bout some money? Get at me, nigga That's the only way Dumb shit, we 'bout that, get at me You under-dig? Nigga roll solo Dolo, nigga