Byrd Call Lyrics - Singles - J.r. Writer

Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg 

They've been askin' 

You ready? You up, motherfucker, 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 

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Acura on chrome, passin' me dome 

Next minute, shit, 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 passin' 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 

Shit, 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 

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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, shit 

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