Lyrics:
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my
ripped mics like I'm shredding it
The rap got me feeling like Gotti
All these beats been draped in Versace
Brodie you got me cuz I am not stopping
I
girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like
What's
Biatch (biatch)
Ladies and Gentleman
We got a young man tonight
That started out with Cash Money and gon' finish with Cash Money
Ya'll know him
I'll be catching birds with my bare hands
Put some respect on my name like Birdman
I'll be catching birds with my bare hands
Put some respect on my
playing with blocks. Slasher. Crumbling wall & his name. Loud One. Surrounded by clocks and the Rat Bones. Yard Stick. Over the cauldron & flames.
else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs!
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger
like
You must be a keyboard you just my type
If the cat ride I just might bite
But sometimes I just text and be like kissing
When you ain't got time
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch
They gon' know my fuckin' name
Birdman Jr junior! Fuck a dog
Bitch I got a puma
Man these niggas'
'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (you know that, nigga)
I'm gon' get high by myself, I
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
said I got the one for you, follow me
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh
Ye-eeah that's
So I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my
leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money
Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry, broke
Got hit off with the pack and started
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big
it I got it
Then Birdman and Tunechi breakup
Now everyday I wake up
Realizing that there's no guarantees
And nothing is cheap
But ambition is free no
the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores, Jazze
I (yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take
the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores, Jazze
I (yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take
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