BM J.R. - Chopped & Screwed

Baby Talking

Yea shorty you know what I'm talkin bout

I peepin'these n***az out here they slippin like they ain't bout

Money no more man so what f**k

You know what we gon' do ha

We gon' do what we been doin n***a

We gon' load up get alot mo' and alot mo' and say f**k 'em

N***a

Keep buyin' s**t

Keep f**kin h*es

Loadin up on mo' b***hes

Then you know what I'm sayin we gon' get greedy too n***a

I ain't never gettin' full I'm full blooded with this grind

I GOT IT

I GOT IT

Murder Capitol only key to survive is kill

If the elements don't murder you

Tha rydahs will Fa real

And n***az know I go hard to the fullest

Get involved

And I got 'em playin' dodgeball wit bullets

YEA

I got the sawed off fully

In the sean john hoodie

Get f**ked ya play p***y

HA

We hit 'em up while dey ain't lookin

And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took 'em

D**n

And if tha red dot spot 'em

Then tha hollow head got 'em

Knock his tops to his bottom Jack

Yea

Ya see we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to da bottom

At the very bottom o' da map

Louisiana

Piranhas Every where U at

U gotta wear a extra condom

And a extra gat

Ya b***h could get it fa actin' like a man

And n***az in Pak istan Impactin' on ya man

I backed his hand ya man on command

In fronta n***az he cool

Wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot

I adjust in different climates

Stuck in a animal Keep runnin wit my prime mates

U ain't did it 'til U done it like in fives states

Weezy hustle No blubber I put on weight

And in a drought

I go on a diet and strecth more

Lose all dat weight leave a n***a wit stretch marks

You'nt even come up to a n***a chest

Pause Up

PAW What tha f**k they play dat in da club fa

Real s**t

I'm duckin' bombs from a d**g war

No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma d**g law

Father forgive 'em fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord

I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god

They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard

D**n

Dem n***az p***y and jive not even in tha eye exam

They ain't lookin fa I

Fa A and a K

I'll make ya face crook to tha side

Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side

Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin

U jus lookin' High

And when we hungry U look like pie

Sweet potato a*s n***a

U lemon Meringue Apple custard

Cherry jelly Don't make me get tha biscuit busta

YEA

What up chizzle

U my distant brotha

Real s**t n***a

Same father different motha

S**t

I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it trill

U not know me fa nothin' otha

I'm somethin' otha

Than people u feel

I'm deeper fa real

I'm deeper than skills

My speeches can kill

Rest In Peace

Baby talking

Yeah you underdig shorty its all about one thing n***a

If you bout money n***a come f**k with us

If you ain't bout money get the f**k from round us n***a

And whatever you bout we bout it however you wanna get it we can give it to ya n***a

Order b***h ya underdig

Put ya prints in n***a

Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll

Weezy talking

Let me get it back

HEY HEY

U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude

I'll bust ya head to da meat

Turn ya mind 2 food

Food fa thought

THINK

I ain't lyin' 2 U

I'll lie his body in grease

Set fire to 'em

I'll tie his body in sheets

Put tha tires to 'em

Make 'em feel tha Escalade

Put his feet in tha blades

D**n

I'm tha heat in tha blaze

And n***az keep they ways

When I'm in tha streets wit Blake

Watch

My n***a hungry he'll eat tha plate

And if I ask tha homeboy

He'll eat ya face

Yea

And tho' he got me

U can ask

I'm like a pool table

I keep tha 8

My side pocket side wayz

When I pop it

Leave a n***a side wayz

Fa five days

Bird man talk

Baby talking

Yeah n***a I tell 'em I tell 'em again shorty

If it ain't about money get all the f**k from round us

Weezy talking

F**k dat I'm comin' bak gurl

Check my swag

I travel light sound dog

U play hard and I gravel like ground dog

I'm under ground call me ground hog

Lay down laws call me ground law

But don't confuse me wit da law

Naw but just confuse me wit my paw

Because I am the Birdman J R

I ain't trippin' n***a

I play tha corner like Rip Kin n***a

Wit tha 40 Cal Rip kin n***a

Rip a n***a

Flip ya vehicle

Split ya windshield

Whack ya baby mama

But I let tha kid live

And people say that I am a kid still

Cuz tha lil' n***a still ride on big wheels

U feelin' animal then come on and get killed

This kid peel bandanas like bananas

Say I'm slight bananas

I blow a weekend in Havana

In my Gabana wit my bottom b***h from Savannah

Man a train couldn't stop ya man

I'm man up and U not a man

Stand UP

Say I got my land

I'm tha man of my land

Call it Lil' Weezy ana

That's tha new plan

Baby talkin

Yeah n***a you bout some money get at me n***a

That's the only way

Dumb s**t we bout that get at me

N***a roll solo dolo n***a