Lil Poppa - Birdview lyrics
Janarious Mykel Wheeler
[Lil Poppa - Birdview lyrics]
Neighbors say them bitches ain't stop hittin'
'til they heard that click-clack
Ask him what he did it for
Say he did it for get back
Boom, don't nobody move
You get your shit splat if they don't die
Then put 'em in the shit bag
I just lay low and get cash
You know the bag different
And fuck the opps
They must ain't learned from the last nigga
My face good in the hood, I ride past niggas
And all my niggas know that
I'll split my last, nigga
If it's two hundred on the dash
I ride fast in 'em
Bitch, we drag racing and I
Got somethin' bad in it
My G's ain't cost that much but I
Got a lot of cash in 'em
I used that same cash to
Turn a nigga past tense
And now we doing more adding than subtracting
Give a fuck about your fashion
That same 'fit you just bought gon' be
The same one you was last in
Body baggin', toe taggin'
Put a nigga up in shells
Doin' all that cappin'
I ain't the one doin' the killing
I'm the one rapping
Laugh now, cry later, I'm the one laughing
Better think before you speak and
Practice what you preach
'Cause the last nigga didn't left
Blood in the street
Tired of stepping over leftover
Slugs in the street
Be a whole lot of leftover
Slugs when it's beef
Whole lot of leftovers, yeah
That come from niggas gettin' stepped over
Wonder is it worth losing your breath over?
Don't get caught leaving that nasty ho crib
You should've slept over hell yeah
I regretted every day I fucked a check over
But fuck it, we ain't stressing
That same shit you losing rest
Over don't faze us
And them lil' boys you scared
Of, they pay us, extortion
I done did it all in a pair of Air Forces
Rubber on
We don't even get to think about abortion
Another home what I'm workin' on, bitch
I need a fortress
Check my garage, bitch, I'm living large
'Raris and Porsches but I'm dreamin'
Shit ain't what it seem when you think it
Caught him slippin', he had his
Eyes closed, bitch nigga, stop blinking
Ho, I'm trending, my name ringing
Nigga, what you mean, huh?
Everything I drop be good dope
I keep everybody fiending
Like, "Poppa, when you gon' drop?" Right now
And I heard Under Investigation 2
Brought the vice out
I might take the doors off the
Jeep if it's nice out
My dawg say he wanna roll, okay cool
Bring the dice out
Oh, you a dude? We knockin' dykes out
Lil' kid on the mood if the ice out
Promise with these pitches I got
You gon' strike out
Bad little bitch from 'round the way
I beat her back out
Peep shit with my third eye
Left and right eye
Peep shit with a bird eye, I got a birdview
My brother left the dope game alone
He can't serve you
Want a feature or a verse, nigga
That's who you refer to
Left the bitch alone and told her
"I don't deserve you"
(Don't deserve you at all)
'til they heard that click-clack
Ask him what he did it for
Say he did it for get back
Boom, don't nobody move
You get your shit splat if they don't die
Then put 'em in the shit bag
I just lay low and get cash
You know the bag different
And fuck the opps
They must ain't learned from the last nigga
My face good in the hood, I ride past niggas
And all my niggas know that
I'll split my last, nigga
If it's two hundred on the dash
I ride fast in 'em
Bitch, we drag racing and I
Got somethin' bad in it
My G's ain't cost that much but I
Got a lot of cash in 'em
I used that same cash to
Turn a nigga past tense
And now we doing more adding than subtracting
Give a fuck about your fashion
That same 'fit you just bought gon' be
The same one you was last in
Body baggin', toe taggin'
Put a nigga up in shells
Doin' all that cappin'
I ain't the one doin' the killing
I'm the one rapping
Laugh now, cry later, I'm the one laughing
Better think before you speak and
Practice what you preach
'Cause the last nigga didn't left
Blood in the street
Tired of stepping over leftover
Slugs in the street
Be a whole lot of leftover
Slugs when it's beef
Whole lot of leftovers, yeah
That come from niggas gettin' stepped over
Wonder is it worth losing your breath over?
Don't get caught leaving that nasty ho crib
You should've slept over hell yeah
I regretted every day I fucked a check over
But fuck it, we ain't stressing
That same shit you losing rest
Over don't faze us
And them lil' boys you scared
Of, they pay us, extortion
I done did it all in a pair of Air Forces
Rubber on
We don't even get to think about abortion
Another home what I'm workin' on, bitch
I need a fortress
Check my garage, bitch, I'm living large
'Raris and Porsches but I'm dreamin'
Shit ain't what it seem when you think it
Caught him slippin', he had his
Eyes closed, bitch nigga, stop blinking
Ho, I'm trending, my name ringing
Nigga, what you mean, huh?
Everything I drop be good dope
I keep everybody fiending
Like, "Poppa, when you gon' drop?" Right now
And I heard Under Investigation 2
Brought the vice out
I might take the doors off the
Jeep if it's nice out
My dawg say he wanna roll, okay cool
Bring the dice out
Oh, you a dude? We knockin' dykes out
Lil' kid on the mood if the ice out
Promise with these pitches I got
You gon' strike out
Bad little bitch from 'round the way
I beat her back out
Peep shit with my third eye
Left and right eye
Peep shit with a bird eye, I got a birdview
My brother left the dope game alone
He can't serve you
Want a feature or a verse, nigga
That's who you refer to
Left the bitch alone and told her
"I don't deserve you"
(Don't deserve you at all)