Birdman - Local 580 Burn 'Em Like a b**h lyrics

[Lil' Ya Talking] Yeah, uhh, like that like that y'all Local Five-Ezight-O house Check it out [Lil' Ya] Slangin' Boo-Koo rock's This dope game will never stop I got my Glock co*ked! Ready to pop 'til they all drop Because they be reppin' on me mane They think I'm sellin' birds But I only got halves in my hand I'm gettin' paid pushin' this white sh** I had to put that iron on a n***a Cuz he tried to do a f**in' hit I left his brains hangin' His blood stankin' All over the place I put the Tec in his f**in' face What about that Glock? So you know I got to stack my ends Gotta get my Benz! Can't f** around With no friends! Because they bring me back luck Now Doogie get on the mic and Let me hear ya rip it up! [B.G.] Yeah, yeah, yeah n***a's playa hate like some hoes Talk behind yo f**in' back Big mouth, shoe showin' Mouth at that yak-yak I'm bout ya, try to put somethin' in yo game f**in' up yo p**y that's lame But at the same time, they just make sh** longer Spinnin' time with nine That make ya game stronger All up in my dick, action take it to the street Leave brains on the concrete, slang f**in' heat Cuz I'm bout that drama, believe it are you sick? If you ever test me, then yo wig gone get split Representin' Valence, Baby Gangster comin' up Slipped you get plucked Trip you get f**ed That's just how that go Slipped you get plucked Catch a head full of slugs Lost Boo-Koo blood The hood done took me under As a B.G. try'na be an O.G Yo, yo come down B [Lil' Ya] B-32!!!! [Baby] B-32, I'm in this motherf**er Stompin' out the Third, I got some birds now [Lil' Ya] Have you heard [Baby] O'l Ninth Ward n***a's just stung Got my hands, on a crate full of guns I'm bout to bring 'em Uptown to the [Lil' Ya] UPT! [Baby] I'm bringin' 'em in the Jets Where these n***a's like to split me Lil' Ya? [Lil' Ya] Wusup? [Baby] Got to get this n***a Chuck and Pluck him with the nine to The fat b**h duck Fat b**h! Duck sick, tape him up quick and Bring him in the Calio and Burn 'em like a b**h Cuz I don't have no love for no Trick a** b**h and I don't give a f** if it's a n***a or a b**h So drop, release uhh Daddy I got to have it Let my B.G. straight and go grab it I plucked him in the chest for nothin' Just cuz a n***a didn't have nothin' LA Cool, Jack's a fool Chuck you the loose, that's the rule fool [Kilo-G] Bluka! Bluka! To all my enemies Drop-a, these n***a's won't stop-a Until I start to pop-a It's the G motherf**er so clear the block When I fly through this motherf**er and Up the Glock, eyes fire blazed When I bust up on a fool a** n***a Who thought he was bigger But now, he taste my trigger The clip, that split him from His motherf**in' lip To the top of his dome I had to send him home Ain't no funnies in steel Within the C-O Sniper Snortin' on that chalk, always to keep me hyper and The ki's oh please, I push them on the freeze But now a brother straight t**n' peas Ha-Ha cheese, is what I stack and I want to make more-a G's it's what behind me showin' a n***a much love But these two little figners he'll do yo a** in Cuz he holdin' on a Mack-10 motherf**a! [Mannie Fresh] I'm the bomb like Oklahoma n***a, ya wann-a come against The Seventh Ward big baller Hot like syphilis Funky like donkey piss b**h put yo mouth on my dick and kiss Where the sun don't shine n***a meet the nine Red Beam on my team [B.G.] All the time [Mannie Fresh] So here's the deal n***a If you's a real n***a Freeze the hoe sh**, before ya get k**ed n***a So peace to the motherf**in' real Keep yo knife under yo pillow and Pack yo steel [Mannie Fresh talking] Yo wusup I got to hollar at Doogie young a**, he up in here Lil' Wayne young a**, he up in here Ya old a**, f**in' them hoes Burnin' them hoes Breakin' them hoes Ha-Ha-ha $lu buddy up in this b**h White boy Mark Baby, B-32 up in here Slim, all them n***as Everbody, O'dell Up in this b**h Fingers fast O'dell, must beat his meat Fingers fast as a motherf**er [Baby] That whole 6 & B click My n***a Nine That VL street, that whole lil' posse That Mac Melph Calio [Mannie Fresh] All them project hoes [Baby] And umm, if I nailed 'cha I'ma nail ya again, I told ya Ha-Ha, ain't no secret Much love to my sister Tamyra It's all good, Lil' Ya and his children Tec and his kid's kid's kid's