GeeKeD! lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds]
(Hey, Glumboy)
Ayy (Smash)

[Chorus: IceBirds]
Buss' a play for 50K, that sh*t 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 b*tches, 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 wit' the Fendi socks
And this chain I got around my neck cost a couple blocks
Ayy, ayy, couple bricks, n*gga, 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 its time to call it quits
Man, I been all about a check since I could count to 6
Man, these n*ggas get no respect 'causе my gang too legit

[Verse 2: Bando Supreme]
In the two-door, b*tch, you know I slide
No firе hose, if its 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 n*ggas 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 b*tches 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' wit' a brick, the sh*t you talkin' counterfeit
I need money, not a b*tch like I'm Mitch, gotta be paid in full
[Chorus: IceBirds]
Buss' a play for 50K, that sh*t 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 b*tches, 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!)