Lil Wayne, Birdman - BM J.R. - Chopped & Screwed lyrics

Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin'
Lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck
You know what we gon' do huh
What we been doin' huh nigga
We gon' load up get a lot mo' get
A lot mo' and say fuck 'em nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes
Loadin' up on mo' 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
Yeah they don't understand lil 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 dodgeball with bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked
You play pussy
Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin'
And them body shots hurt
But the head shots took him
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 ya extra condom
And a extra gat
Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man
And niggas in Pakistan ain't
Packin' 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 runnin'
With my primates
You ain't did it till 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 pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to
Send 'em to you Lord
I'm just tryin' dodge the shots
They send to the God
They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive
Not even in a eye exam
They ain't lookin' for I
The A and the K will 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 merengue
Apple custard cherry jelly, don't make me
Get the biscuit busta, yeah!
What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother
Real shit, nigga, same father
Different mother
I skip the frontin' and stick
To keepin' it trill
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

Yeah, you underdig
Shawty? It's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us
If you ain't bout no money, get
The fuck from 'round us, nigga
And whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it
However you wanna get, we can give it to ya
Nigga all runners, bitch, you underdig?
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 ya head to the meat
Turn ya mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' 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 the heat in the blaze
And niggas keep they ways when I'm
In the streets wit blay What!
My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate
And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea!
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 shawty
If it ain't bout no money
Get the motherfuck from 'round me nigga

Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg
You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down laws, call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw
But just confuse me with my pa
Because I am the Birdman JR
I ain't trippin' nigga
I play the corner like Ripken nigga
With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack ya baby momma 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 feeling animal then come
On and get killed
The Sig peel bandanas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow
A weekend in Havana in my Cabana wit my
Bottom bitch from Savannah
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 you undadig
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga