Layup

[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