Gbg

[Intro]
We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bags
My mam told me relax, don't go near a bird unless she's holdin' more than three grams, We don't fuck with geebags

[Chorus 1]
We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bags
My mam told me relax, don't go near a bird unless she's holdin' more than three grams, We don't fuck with geebags, We don't fuck with geebags

[Verse 1 (Casper Walsh)]
Left the bloke at home this weekend she's alone
She's houndin me for coke it's white and pure as snow kid
Just to bum a smoke the cops are on me nose bitch
I am not your bloke your gee's not worth the coke
It's fresh off the boat, delivered wit' me brown, I feel it in me throat I feel it in me bowels
The Charlie's [?] desperate for a bump
Left the kids at home tonight now mammy's gettin' pumped
Never trust a bird that sniff Coke, Ket, Weird hash cigarettes then recite the alphabet don't forget
Keep a sharp mind [?] belly and baguette leavin' bunchers upset
We don't fuck wit' geebags that're expectin' free bags
We don't fuck wit' geebags

[Chorus 1]
We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bags
My mam told me relax, don't go near a bird unless she's holdin' more than three grams, We don't fuck with geebags, We don't fuck with geebags

[Chorus 2]
Waitin' for the patsy in the club I'm about to snort, deliveries are global grab our Patsy from the airport, bitches got no money baby daddies pay no child support slapper's fucked for drugs better of as Dublin escorts

[Chorus 2]
Waitin' for the Patsy in the club I'm about to snort, deliveries are global grab our Patsy from the airport, Chickheads got no money baby daddies pay no child support, slapper's fucked for drugs better of as Dublin escorts

[Verse 2 (Casper Walsh)]
Don't take it the wrong way we love when birds are gamey
(Both) love when birds are gamey
Never hand them [?] 'less the bitches wanna pay me
(Both) Bitches wanna pay me
OutBurst keep a lip ho make sure the joints are flamey
(Both) Sure the joints are flamey
Have to keep our minds about ya [?]
(Both) [?]
Weekend comes and I'm pure from the clap
Chlamydia free now what do ya think about that?
Chillin' in the club with two slappers on me lap
Polish half a gram o' pat and ask 'em if they wanna dance
Up on the floor OutBurst on tour
Feelin' on me level neckin' seven pints o' Coors
Sellin' party dust pure I'm an entrepreneur
People sniffin' me bags and comin' back for some more
But young ones got a name for themselves on Instagram
Mistake it for fame take [?] wish they'd take their heads [?] with the program
Think there's nothin' like them but their fanny's look like roast lamb, fit fam fit fam
Losin' weight sniffin' buggies gettin' fit by pushin' prams
Your bloke is gettin' baked and bangin' brazzers 'n Amsterdam
And here ya are back home wreckin' me head d'ya understand?

[Chorus 1]
We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bags
My mam told me relax, don't go near a bird unless she's holdin' more than three grams, We don't fuck with geebags, We don't fuck with geebags