​​birthday lyrics

[Verse 1: Gekko]
Hatch back boy, hatchin' plans for the night, ayy
Bimmer boy, doing 195, ayy
Slap that ho, if she mad she a dyke, ayy
Clap back ho, she got my di*k for the night, ayy
For the night, ayy
Lookin' for a fight, right
Howlin' through the night
Glowin' choppard like a lite brite
It's a sight
Got the crew on f*ckin' site
Like my Honda gotta fight
Might just have to show my fangs, bite
Landspeed the crew
What the f*ck you tryna do?
And the only thing that true
Is what we f*ckin' been through
With the Nike shoe
Gonna Push the floor through
Chillin' with Versace too
It's what we motherf*ckin' do
Come on, b*tch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Goin' to race the f*ckin' pass
Now that's some f*ckin' fast cash
If her ass on super flat
I throw her out the hatch back
“Don't be like that”
But she had her Nike on my dash

[Bridge: Gekko]
Come on, b*tch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Movin' fast, movin' fast, mo-movin' fast
Come on, b*tch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Movin' fast, movin' fast, movin' fast

[Verse 2: Virtue]
f*cked up, pullin' up, started up the challenger
b*tch, call my line, say she wanna come to Canada
Fifty thousand dollars, I ain't got a f*ckin' manager
I'm swervin' in the lex and yo b*tch is in the passenger
Crashed a brinks truck, throwin' hundreds off the aqueduct
I do this every day, ain't got no time on my calendar
Virtue got a choppa, Gekko got a .50 caliber
So when you pullin' up flip the switch back to amateur
Yuh, uh-huh, it's like I'm Ricky Rozay
Hundred thousand dollars for a bottle full of champagne
Shuttin' down the club and it ain't even my birthday
She really wanna f*ck, I ain't even know her first name

[Outro: Virtue & Gekko]
Come on, b*tch, bring that sh*t, move it quick, do that sh*t
Cut it up, chop it down, move around, throw a fit
Break a b*tch, hit a lick, throw a brick, then I split
Bimmer dip, extended clip, diamond slugs to match the fit
Uh