GeeKeD!

Lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds] (Hey, Glumboy) Ayy (Smash) [Chorus: IceBirds] Buss a play for 50K, that shit got me geeked I got too much money on my mind, I can't even sleep Send my boys down to your block, they ain't gotta creep Damn, IceBirds, you gettin' guap, you made that in a week Ayy, in this Glock, it hold thirty shots, we shoot at any opp Any hater come around this way, you know my gang gon' pop I can't worry 'bout these bitches, I got bread, they gon' flock Put hunnid' round drum on the chop', call the cops [Verse: IceBirds] Too much drip, I match Gucci top with the Fendi socks And this chain I got around my neck cost a couple blocks Ayy, ayy, couple bricks, nigga, know we get you hit Ayy, walk around lookin' like a lick, that's why I got my stick Ayy, too much water on my neck and wrist, I drip like a fish Ayy, he ain't havin' motion, guess it's time to call it quits Man, I been all about a check since I could count to six Man, these niggas get no respect 'causе my gang too legit [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] In the two-door, bitch, you know I slide No firе hose, if it's smoke, then, put it out For the clout, we put 'em in the clouds For the cheese, and it's a track meet I track the money down in my Yeezy It was easy, all black whip just like the president Only want the Franklin's Lethal weapon money stick me like just like a glove Gary Payton cookies in this 'Wood These niggas opps all in disguise Red auto-whip like it's a hotbox All you see is red dots, I just count the red fifties I got big red in this lean Get the money, then, I leave Them numbers don't lie, but them bitches do No switchin' up, just add it up Give it to me, Kobe in the four, the play is gon' get made Ran it up, got this new paper off the same J's Walkin' with a brick, the shit you talkin' counterfeit I need money, not a bitch like I'm Mitch, gotta be paid in full [Chorus: IceBirds] Buss a play for 50K, that shit got me geeked I got too much money on my mind, I can't even sleep Send my boys down to your block, they ain't gotta creep Damn, IceBirds, you gettin' guap, you made that in a week Ayy, in this Glock, it hold thirty shots, we shoot at any opp Any hater come around this way, you know my gang gon' pop I can't worry 'bout these bitches, I got bread, they gon' flock Put hunnid' round drum on the chop', call the cops [Outro: IceBirds] (Hey, Glumboy) Fendi socks (Drip) Couple blocks (Ayy) (Smash) Ice, ayy, ayy (Brrr, Brrr) Damn (Baow!)