Birdman - Neighborhood

[Verse 1: Ralo]

At night I think about it, them niggas can't without me

Them bitches tried to doubt me, a nigga came up out it

One thing about it, niggas ain't 'bout it, you was just talking

How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? they was surround me

How could they give it and take it from us?

All of my niggas done made it with us

Fuck all them haters, they can't get in touch

I was impatient, I was in a rush

I just been ballin' and making that money

I came from nothing, I made it, I promise

Fuck all that comments, the hatin' abundance

Tell them I want this 'cause nobody done this

I just been stacking it up

They did not show me no love, I got this shit out the mud

I stood in front of that judge, I didn't have much, I barely made it to court

I love my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the world

Tell her I did it for her, I did it for her, she still my favorite lil girl

[Chorus: Birdman]

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood

Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood

I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood

Bust guns and don't trip nigga

Play around and get flipped nigga

Hustle, this for them Crips nigga

We do this shit just for them flips nigga

We all gravy in my neighborhood

We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Verse 2: Ralo]

I'm in the bricks, I'm in the bricks, don't come in the bricks

I'm with your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the dick

Ralo pull up in that Wraith in the Bluff

None of these niggas can take it from us

Fuck what it was, lil ho we does

We just be fucking these hoes just because

Fuck their opinion, I know that I did it

All of my niggas gon' handle their business

I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning

None of my niggas been broke in a minute

All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's because of my bracelet

You see the look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating

Tell 'em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again,

Look where my niggas have been, yeah

I just got out of the pen, now I get rich off a pen, yeah

They just remember me selling dope

I used to live at that yellow store

That lil nigga doing better though

I ain't ever going back to broke

[Chorus: Birdman]

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood

Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood

I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood

Bust guns and don't trip nigga

Play around and get flipped nigga

Hustle, this for them Crips nigga

We do this shit just for them flips nigga

We all gravy in my neighborhood

We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon]

Time is money, got the Rollie and the scale on me

On the highway with no license and them bales on me

I got a stick on me right now, that loud talking, better pipe down

'Fore I catch a body right now, yeah, yeah, I'm talking right now

I'm from southside, Clayton County

'Fore you try it better think about it

Rex Road, niggas bang about it

Everybody having paper round me

Most of these niggas be lying

Most of these niggas be lying, never committed a crime

Pull out that fire and they crying, what's on the back of your mind?

I'm on that mob shit like Lil Hitty

I'm stealing, we rob shit, and we killin'

No swiping no card shit, in the trenches

Got dope in the closet and the skillets

Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood

Before you cross me better be cautious in my neighborhood, yeah

[Chorus: Birdman]

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood

Double strapped with them MAC's in my neighborhood

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood

I'm staying toe ten down in my neighborhood

Bust guns and don't trip nigga

Play around and get flipped nigga

Hustle, this for them Crips nigga

We do this shit just for them flips nigga

We all gravy in my neighborhood

We get the money, keep it running in my neighborhood

[Outro: Birdman]

Yeah, you understand?

Bright lights and I ain't talkin' 'bout the ikes, you dig?

Spark for my dead homies

And I ride for my niggas, nigga

Hustle, we hustle, hustle nigga

We get the money, go to trippin' nigga

Put that gauge to your head nigga

Open safes or you're dead nigga

Brrat, Rich Gang or don't, Rich Gang or don't, yeah

It's Rich Gang or don't

Lil Ralo, I'm fuckin' with you nigga

Derez, I'm ridin' with you nigga

London, we out here boy

Three-oh-five-oh-four

Heater, we bust a nigga, we bust a nigga

We bust a nigga, then blaow

One hundred, let's get it

• Artist:Birdman
• Album: Gladys (2017)