On Smash

Album cover art for "On Smash" by IceBirds

IceBirds - Rap, USA

On Smash

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Duration: 2:29

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[Intro] (Hoodrixh on the track) [Verse 1: IceBirds] Ayy, make one call and you know it's up Too much lean, can't drink my cup Slide on an app and you know we buss M.C Hammer, no, I can't be touched Backwoods, no, I ain't rollin' no Dutch Brand new G-lock keepin' it clutch Big-ass chopper, boy, you better hush Ayy Heard these boys ain't stackin' they chips Get money nigga, can you catch my drift? Heard that 'Rari come with good drift Too many bitches, had to give them shifts Yo' bitch love me, I make her jump off a cliff Too many whips, we ain't takin' no Lyft Fuckin' yo' bitch and you know she whipped Watch where you step, got too much drip Blue face nigga, but I'm no crip Whole lotta guns but I'm no Tip Whole lotta gas and we do ship If you do good math, we'll take them trips Good everywhere, I don't need no slip Bag it up, nigga, got too much gas Remix niggas and sold him grass Call up the gang and that's yo' ass Go ask the streets who got it on smash Fuckin' yo' bitch that was in the past Yeah, we in first, but we started in last Rap-ass niggas, these niggas be trash Broke-ass niggas, really need you a cast Run up a check, I'm just like flash Too much water, got too much splash [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] Like DJ, I'ma go ahead and keep on spinnin' I'ma count check up, I'm tired of these women I had to remix, put it back in the blender It's gon' touchdown as long as I send it Keep me two chop sticks, Master Splinter Like brand new Jays, I had to get 'em I'ma count cash as long as they print it All-black tint, can't see who in it All-black mask, can't see who did it Just like Batman, robbin' these niggas Thought we was good, but I hold a grudge Hit 'em with the left, but because I'm clutch Big fat Backwood, not no Dutch This Hyundai for all the brothers Guess what? Nigga, I'm Elmer Fudd 7.62 end his life with a hug Send 'em to the cross roads like harmony Can't no one cost harm to me If you try, they gon' be six-feet I'm in the game and this shit deep Ain't shit change, and ain't shit free If it's not about cash, then keep it brief Stack up the hundreds and don't leave a crease [Verse 3: 44 OakBoy] Ayy, rockin' that ice, it cover my shoulder Big rocks, ain't talkin' 'bout boulders Kick the bitch out, I have her the boot like 'Nola Mixin' that lean with the soda She not my bih', but I still buss it open Trappin' hard, twenty-four-seven like 7-Eleven We always open, ayy Reach for my chain, get shot in the open Try to ride my wave, you gon' need a floaty Pockets, they fat, they thicker than Ophrah Bust down a "Wood and roll up a scogy I hold it down but these niggas can't hold me So much money, man, I can't even fold it Red flag on my right, I'm breakin' and boastin' Stuffin' my pockets with bread like a toaster That boy ain't gang, I thought that I told ya Yo' niggas some lames, my niggas some soldiers I am the one, I feel like I'm chosen Ballin' in Texas, I feel like DeRozan

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Credits

Writers
  • IceBirds
  • Bando Supreme
  • 44Oakboy
  • Hoodrixh