Lil Wayne, Birdman - BM J.R. lyrics

Yeah, shawty
You know what I'm talkin' about? Batman
I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin'
Lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no more, man, so
What the 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, then say, "Fuck 'em, nigga"
G-Geah! 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, they don't understand, lil' nigga

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
Playing dodgeball with bullets (Ah ah)
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
(C'mon, shawty)
In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked
You play pussy (Pussy-ass n)
Haha! We hit 'em up while they 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
(Those bandannas get chipped, n)
Knock his top to his bottom jack
(Uptown's finest, bitch)
Yeah, you see, we grind from the bottom
(CMR, n) just to make it to the bottom at
The very bottom of the map
(Tell 'em about it, n)
Lil Weezyana: piranhas everywhere you at (Ah)
You gotta wear your extra condom
And a extra gat ()
Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man
(You under-dig?)
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
(Fredo-ass n, shawty)
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Ducking the animal keeper
Runnin' with my primates (Ha, ha, ha, 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, n)
You don't even come up to a nigga chest, paw
Subpar what the fuck they play
That in the club for? (Huh, boy)
Real shit, I'm ducking 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 tryn' 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 a eye exam
They ain't lookin' for I (Believe that)
The A and the K will make
Your face crook to the side
Now when you smilin'
Everybody gotta look from the side
(Geah, geah, geah, geah)
'Cause when you wildin'
You ain't lookin' you just lookin' high
(Geah, geah, geah)
And when we hungry, you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue
Apple custard
(Sweet-ass, pussy-ass, jive-ass motherfucker)
Cherry jelly, don't make me
Get the biscuit, buster, yeah!
What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother
(Holla, lil' young n)
Real shit, nigga same father
Different mother (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

Yeah, you under-dig
Shawty? It's all about one thing nigga
If you 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us
(G-Geah) 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
(G-Geah) ol' lil' bitch
You under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga
Put your feet down and your nuts
On the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, ayy, ayy holla

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 (Bomb, 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 blade wha!
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! (H)
My side pocket sideways (Geah, ah)
When I pop it
Leave a nigga sideways for five days
(Geah ah, geah ah) 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
Fuck that, I'm comin' back in, ayy, ayy
Clap one of these sissies

Check my swag: I travel like sound, dog
You play hard and I’m gravel like ground
Dawg i'm underground, call me groundhog
(Give it to 'em, shawty)
Lay down laws, call me "ground law"
Don't confuse me with the law, nah
But just confuse me with my pa
Because I am the Birdman JR (Brr-rrr-rrr)
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play
The corner like Ripken, nigga
With the forty-Cal Ripken, nigga, rip a nigga
(Ah)
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
(Yah, yah, yah, yah) 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 feeling 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 wit 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

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