JR Writer - Byrd Call lyrics

Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg They've been askin' You ready? You up, motherf**er, DipSet, let's go Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call I still be where the weed flip, in the P's wit the trees lit So much water in the order, it's just leavin' 'em seasick Wit a ski in my V6, tryin' to skeet on a B lips Down low, like I'm tryin' to keep her a secret Acura on chrome, pa**in' me dome Next minute, sh**, I'm finished, she'll be flaggin' it home But I always keep a straggler that's known to bone And run through a lap, faster than Marion Jones Man, listen, I still got the grams flippin' Tan pitchin', corner to the damn kitchen Gained a couple fans, had to make a transition But I'm still in the hood like your transmission No cat could match me, I'm pa**in' fastly, who's half as nasty I got it locked from here, all the way to Cakalakie But keep a mac for scrappies thinkin' it's just Laffy Taffy sh**, this beat'll be the only thing clappin' at me To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call Damn, homey, in high school, you was the man, homey That's what a fan told me, sh** Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped Brains blown back, dissin' dame, dame don't rap Shame on black, the game's so whack Dame search for children from in front of ya buildin' Right to a hundred million Go ahead, pimpin', pimpin', go ahead, act up doggy Getcha limp on pimpin', if they actin' froggy Tell 'em, back up off me, I come down, clap the 40 Child, that's a badder story, I'm not in my category Mess around, dame held Def Jam down So pardon my back, jackin' any left hand pounds Redneck found, tech, tech pound, duck, duck goose Pump, pump shoot, shoot, let's get down, down It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly For green fetti, my whole team ready To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats Flippin' all the hard and back, make 'em catch a heart attack When you see the narcs attack, let me know, start to clap Clap, clap A star with a deal, Chapar be on chill The car is DeVille, it's real ill, pardon the grill It's foreign my nills, cruise the city with the semi All silly on skinnies, like I'm starvin' my wheels, uh To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call