BM J.R. E

Yeah shorty, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm peepin' these niggas out, they slippin'. Look like they ain't about money no more, man. So what? Fuck, you know what we gon' do, Huh? What we been doin' now, nigga. We gon' load up, get lot more, get a Lot more, and say fuck 'em, nigga. Buy 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 gravy. I got it. Yeah. I got And look, nigga-Port of capital Only keeps us survivors 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 playin' Dodgeball with bullets. Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully in the Sean John hoodie. Get, fuck you, play pussy. Come on nigga. we hit 'em up while they Eatin', lookin' in them body shots. Huh, but the head shots took him. That's talkin' 'bout. Damn, and if the red dots Spot him, then the hollow head got him. Knock his tech to his bottom, check. Yeah, you see we 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 a extra Gat. this Your bitch could get it for actin' Like a man. And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' Like your man. Go I back this hand, Your man on command. In front of niggas, he cool with them boys On the fence. I'm on hot, I adjust in Different climates. Duckin' the animal keeper, Runnin' with my primates. You ain't did it 'til you done it like In five states. Uh-huh, that's Weezy hustle, no blubber, I put on Weight. And in a jar 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 parts. Uh, paw, what the fuck they play That in the club for? Real shit, I'm duckin' 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 ya, Lord. I'm just tryin' to dodge the Shots they send to the God. They ridin' up Highway to Heaven Boulevard. Come then, They, them niggas pussy and jive. Not even in the eye exam, they ain't lookin' For I. The A and the K'll make your Face cook 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. Come Don't make me get the biscuit buster, Yeah. What up, Chisel? You my distant brother. Real shit, nigga, same father, different mothers. Okay. Yeah, 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, y'all already shorty, it's all about one Thing, nigga. If you about money, nigga, come fuck With us. If you ain't no money, get the Fuck from around us, nigga. And whatever you buy, We buyin' it. However you wanna get it, we Can give it to you, nigga. On bitch. Y'all already put your prints in, nigga. Put your feet down and your nuts on the Concrete. Let's roll. Ayy, ayy. You sleep in the field for tryin' to do. I bust your head to the meat, turn your Mind to food. Okay. Food for thought, think, I ain't lyin' to You. Okay, While liars body in grease, set fire To 'em. I tire body and sheiks, put the Tires to 'em. Make him feel a Escalade, Put his feet in the blades. Damn, I'm the heat and the blaze. And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the Streets with Blake. What? My nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate. And if I ask, the homeboy'll eat your face. Yeah, 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 Yeah, Nigga. I tell 'em, I tell 'em again, shorty. If it ain't about no money-Fuck that, let Me come back, man get motherfuck from round me, Nigga. Ayy, Check my swag, I travel like sound, Dog. You play hard and I'm gravel like ground, Dog. I'm underground, call me groundhog. Lay down laws, call me ground law. Don't confuse me with the law. Nah, but just confuse me with my paw because I am the Birdman Jr. I ain't trippin', nigga, I play the corner like Ripken, nigga. With the 40 cal' Rick, Nigga, ripper, nigga. Flip your vehicles, split your windshield. Whack your baby mama, but I let the kid Live. And people say that I am a kid Still. 'Cause the lil' nigga still ride on big Wheels. You feel an animal, then come on, Get killed. A Sig pill, bandanas like bananas. Say I'm slight bananas, I blew a weekend in Havana. In my cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah. Yeah, shorty. Man or train couldn't stop your 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' Weeziana. That's the new plan. Yeah, nigga. You about some money, get at me, Nigga. That's the only way. Dumb shit, we about that, get at me. You already did? Nigga roll solo, Dolo, nigga