Wit It Icebirds, Bando & 44 OakBoy

[Intro: IceBirds]
Aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse: IceBirds]
I got your bitch, wit’ it
All of my niggas, wit’ it
Get to the cash, committed
Ball on these niggas, pivot
New whip wit’ the frog, ribbit
I got the windows tinted
Only two can fit in it
Roll up the wood and it’s litty
Hit him wit’ the right and the left
I got the stacks on the shelf
I love my niggas to death
Not talkin’ money, I'm deaf
You hurtin’, you need some help
Got snakes for a Gucci belt
Run it up, did that by myself
Count it up, do that by myself
Whippin’ is givin’ me whelps
I make your bitch melt
She give me throat, strep
Thot thots, cannot be kept
Flexin’ on niggas, a habit
Ballin’ on niggas, I feel like I’m Magic
They know, I’m all about basket
Boy, when I shoot, it can get tragic
Fuck wit’ the gang, get astatic
Cash, we don’t do plastic
Gas, wrap it in plastic
Bands, fresh out the plastic
Your pockets hurt, they need bandage
Pull up wit’ the choppa and we doin’ damage
IceBirds, damn, you so outstandin’
I got the drip, didn’t come from a mannequin