"BAK N THA FIELD" lyrics
Birdman & BG Lyrics
Yeah, put 'em down
Let the beat breathe, Jizzle
Let the beat breathe, gangsta
Rich nigga shit
Put 'em down and stick 'em
Niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest
Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch Bak N Tha field
After fuckin' we finished
Rich gang, no talkin'
Big brains, big honka
Big fame, shit talkin'
Know we be barkin', bitch
Know we be talkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch
Know we be lyin' and shit
Big timin', flyin', bitch
Nigga, I got choppers in the bushes
Choppers in the alley
Choppers everywhere in the twenty-seven hundredth block of Valence
On the corner of Magnolia, 'round the corner from Baptist
Was young and off the chain, in the middle of the action
Me, Bear, L.T., and Wappy was known to make it happen
I was only fourteen, Birdman would front us a package
First I had on the Balance, I rocked 'em with the Polo
Only seventh grader with him, had to put on a show though
Eighth grade, copped that four door
Grand Am for the low-low
Ninth grade, bust they ass, bubble like Lexus on the mo-most
After that, hoes was out for me
By tenth grade, school was out for me
Caught my second body, beefin' hard, niggas was out for me
P.O.G. was out for me
Dana got this house for me
Get full of that dope and shit, ride that dick all night for me
Old City can vouch for me
I been down
I been G
I am him
I am he
From Uptown, I been street
That thirteenth, that's my hood
That's my set, that's my zone
You're on your own
You get caught in it with no pass
That's how it goes
Nigga, I am the King
Fresh out of the bane
Ask 'bout B.G.
They'll say "I am New Orleans"
Been reppin' it since my teens
Since and white tees
When Lil Wayne, my lil' brother, wanted to be just like me
This all real, this all true
These no lies, these all facts
That nigga Jizzle back
Nigga go and hashtag that
Put 'em down and stick 'em
Niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest
Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch Bak N Tha field
After fuckin' we finished
Rich gang, no talkin'
Big brains, big honka
Big fame, shit talkin'
Know we be barkin', bitch
Know we be talkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch
Know we be lyin' and shit
Big timin', flyin', bitch
Yeah, you niggas know what it is, man
B-Jizzle, your number one original Hot Boy
Back (Rich Gang)
Live and livin' color
Niggas been gone, niggas thought I lost it, man
This just a warm-up
This is to let you niggas know you in trouble
You heard me?
Streets is mine, man
Coming for that number one spot
You niggas either gon' surrender it or I'm taking it by force
You heard me?
Real niggas in the building
Let the beat breathe, Jizzle
Let the beat breathe, gangsta
Rich nigga shit
Put 'em down and stick 'em
Niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest
Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch Bak N Tha field
After fuckin' we finished
Rich gang, no talkin'
Big brains, big honka
Big fame, shit talkin'
Know we be barkin', bitch
Know we be talkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch
Know we be lyin' and shit
Big timin', flyin', bitch
Nigga, I got choppers in the bushes
Choppers in the alley
Choppers everywhere in the twenty-seven hundredth block of Valence
On the corner of Magnolia, 'round the corner from Baptist
Was young and off the chain, in the middle of the action
Me, Bear, L.T., and Wappy was known to make it happen
I was only fourteen, Birdman would front us a package
First I had on the Balance, I rocked 'em with the Polo
Only seventh grader with him, had to put on a show though
Eighth grade, copped that four door
Grand Am for the low-low
Ninth grade, bust they ass, bubble like Lexus on the mo-most
After that, hoes was out for me
By tenth grade, school was out for me
Caught my second body, beefin' hard, niggas was out for me
P.O.G. was out for me
Dana got this house for me
Get full of that dope and shit, ride that dick all night for me
Old City can vouch for me
I been down
I been G
I am him
I am he
From Uptown, I been street
That thirteenth, that's my hood
That's my set, that's my zone
You're on your own
You get caught in it with no pass
That's how it goes
Nigga, I am the King
Fresh out of the bane
Ask 'bout B.G.
They'll say "I am New Orleans"
Been reppin' it since my teens
Since and white tees
When Lil Wayne, my lil' brother, wanted to be just like me
This all real, this all true
These no lies, these all facts
That nigga Jizzle back
Nigga go and hashtag that
Put 'em down and stick 'em
Niggas actin' like bitches
Hella choppers off the ground, now we up with the richest
Put his homie in a wheelchair, we paid the visit
Put that bitch Bak N Tha field
After fuckin' we finished
Rich gang, no talkin'
Big brains, big honka
Big fame, shit talkin'
Know we be barkin', bitch
Know we be talkin' shit
Big money shinin', bitch
Know we be lyin' and shit
Big timin', flyin', bitch
Yeah, you niggas know what it is, man
B-Jizzle, your number one original Hot Boy
Back (Rich Gang)
Live and livin' color
Niggas been gone, niggas thought I lost it, man
This just a warm-up
This is to let you niggas know you in trouble
You heard me?
Streets is mine, man
Coming for that number one spot
You niggas either gon' surrender it or I'm taking it by force
You heard me?
Real niggas in the building
