Pour that shit up fool, its ours. Monster! Man so you aint gonna pour? Oh so youre gonna make a nigga beg you to pour… okay bool
Hopped out my mothafuckin bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin coupe SKRRRRR
Pulled up on the Birdman BRRRRR
Im a beast, Im a beast, Im a mobster
You got 50 whole bands, youll be my sponsor just for the night
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda condas
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, Im about pizza and my Rol on
Im a gangster, I dont dance, baby I poke
Right now Im surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My niggas muggin, these niggas YSL loaded
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Yeah thumbs up
Ive seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trumps course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down bet youre not gon trunk us
You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of em
You got some Robins, lil nigga, we got some Badmans
I let that choppa go blocka, blocka, get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons racks
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin on you
Meanwhile the fuckin federal baitin on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin but I cant stop stackin fuckin figures
Yeah, Im from that mothafuckin Nolia, nigga
Birdmanll break a nigga nose, lil nigga
You need to slow your fuckin roll, lil nigga
We created Ks on shoulders, nigga
Im a scary fuckin sight, lil nigga
We won a hundred mil on fights, lil nigga
A hundred bands, sure youre right, lil nigga
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil nigga
Birdman Willie B
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K on private flights overseas
Choppas City nigga, free BG
Bentley with the doors all round, not a Jeep
Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week
Cant find a bitch that dont know we them streets
Bitches know that I am Birdman, thats OG
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin on you
Meanwhile the fuckin federal baitin on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin but I cant stop stackin fuckin figures
Nigga Im a crack addict
Thought about lettin them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz at it
Im a drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin rug
Im a big dog, lil fuck nigga you a pup
Lil bitch clean your drawers before you think youre a thug
Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub
I aint even lyin, baby
I swear to God I aint lyin, baby
First Ill screw you without these pliers, baby
I might dap you like, good try, baby
Big B livin, baby
Them boys on my left throwin up Cs
I promise their mama see them this week
And I dont break promises with my Ds them my dogs
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I am obese
In Miami I swear they dont got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?
Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga
Glass house, drankin GT, you understand?
We in that Red Light District, you understand?
3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?
Just livin the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga
We can blow a mil, boy. Rich Gang YSL, bratt!