Layup

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, YNGKane!, now you're playin' again) [Chorus: IceBirds] Ayy, everything real, I can't make it up Bad bitch, don't need no makeup (Ayy) In the trap with lots of flavors Gotta get money, can't lay up (Ayy) Know that your man is a hater Young ice nigga, I don't gotta big bruh (Damn) Like John Cena, can't see us I got real game, nigga, I don't need luck I'm in the back of the 'Bach with my feet up President tint, so you really can't see much Run up the bag, I'ma get the bucks (Get it) Don't wanna be them, they wanna be us [Verse: IceBirds] I'm fillin' the safe Stackin' them hunnid's, put them racks in your face I'm in a foreign, you don't wanna race Racks on my plate like Steak 48 Muhammad Ali, bitch, I know that I'm great (Ayy) Take your bitch on a date, I scoop her at 8 She know I'm the hardest, my whip is retarded (Hard) Smokin' on 'za, got it all in my garments Know I stay strapped, I'm not wearin' a harness Send 'em the money, they know I'm the tallest Not Jim Jones but they know that I– I'm rockin' Chrome Heart, know I put it on Ayy, I'm with my twin, he can't do no wrong Too many bitches, got two phones Ayy, aimin' that Glock at your headphones (Baow!) Ayy, he can get flipped like a flip-phone Let's count up the paper, it's dead and gone (Count up) Too much water, I'm the purest Know when I shoot, I'm the purest (Boaw!) Too much drip, you can't cure it Snowball diamond's, McFlurry (Ayy) [Chorus: IceBirds] Ayy, everything real, I can't make it up Bad bitch, don't need no makeup (Ayy) In the trap with lots of flavors Gotta get money, can't lay up (Ayy) Know that your man is a hater Young ice nigga, I don't gotta big bruh (Damn) Like John Cena, can't see us I got real game, nigga, I don't need luck I'm in the back of the 'Bach with my feet up President tint, so you really can't see much Run up the bag, I'ma get the bucks (Get it) Don't wanna be them, they wanna be us [Verse: Diego Money] Young ice nigga, come check how I live Hit the mall, spend a check up just for the thrill They know I'm big boss, these niggas too lil' I'm exhausted for chasin' them blue face bills He make the wrong move and get hit with the steel Talkin' 'bout juugs, know we do that for real I don't wanna drank if it don't got a seal I don't gotta cap, you know everything real Get to that money, you know what time I'm on You ain't talkin' no paper, then, ain't need to call my phone You know that we be hustlin', get them packs in same day, they gone Know I ride with them shooters, I say the word and his head gone [Chorus: IceBirds] Ayy, everything real, I can't make it up Bad bitch, don't need no makeup (Ayy) In the trap with lots of flavors Gotta get money, can't lay up (Ayy) Know that your man is a hater Young ice nigga, I don't gotta big bruh (Damn) Like John Cena, can't see us I got real game, nigga, I don't need luck I'm in the back of the 'Bach with my feet up President tint, so you really can't see much Run up the bag, I'ma get the bucks (Get it) Don't wanna be them, they wanna be us