Pour that shit up fool, its ours
Ha
Monster!
Man so you aint gon pour?
Oh, so youre gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?
Okay bool, you dig?
Uh
Hopped out my mothafuckin bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin coupe 
Pulled up on the Birdman 
Im a beast, Im a beast, Im a mobster 
You got 50 whole bands, youll be my sponsor 
Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda 
Yeah 
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him 
Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him 
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 only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Ha!
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 Batmans
I let that choppa go blocka, blocka, get back, son 
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons 
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, brrat
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
Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it
Ima 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, no
First Ill screw you without these pliers, baby, or
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 
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I am so obese 
In Miami I swear they dont got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send 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?
We 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?
Just livin the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga
We can blow a mil, boy
Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!