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letra de we up - stoopidxool

[intro: icebirds]
ay
ay, ay, ay, ay
gang (f-ck)
ay

[chorus: icebirds]
ay, (plugg) how you run up fifty bands in a month?
too much lean got me feeling drunk
three gram woods and it’s full of that skunk
i’m on the road for the check ’til i’m done
pull up on your block and my n-ggas get crunk
no chin check, we ain’t with the little bump
cashing that thirty, we up
talking ’bout what choppas, we fill ’em up (we fill ’em up)

[verse 1: icebirds]
we’ll f-ck on your b-tch, but i’m too stuffed (ay)
come get your b-tch, she stay gassing me up
all the broke b-tches, we passing them up
all my new b-tches be bad as f-ck

[verse 2: bandosupreme]
caught me a body, put him in the paper
i’m in (f-ck) the hills, hooded neighbors
don’t give a f-ck, two glocks on me like tomb raider
[?] obsessed, got mе in [?] pack
it’s a new day, new opps on my radar
can’t pay cash for this
[?], they thought i was crip
put him on a shirt and now it’s r.i.p
you want somе money, gotta take you a risk
i’m hurting for chips, i came equipped
stone cold ice, so we don’t fold
came in with my b-tch, i keep the pole
h-llcat, i didn’t sell my soul, just sell the bowls
[verse 3: diego money]
i’m whipping that foreign, almost lost control
got ice on my neck and you see it’s two-toned
i’m up in the trap, so i got two phones
i’ve been getting money, i don’t need a loan
i’m proud of the haters, i’m proud of us
two gallons of wock, i dropped that in my crush
pulled out that glock, got that boy eating dust

[verse 4: icebirds]
ten on my wrist, put the haters on hush
count up the money, it give me a rush
pour up the lean in the fanta
you know my diamonds some dancers
everywhere, we got the hammer
don’t f-ck with gang, they’ll blam you
dodging the cameras
hundred round drum inside of the cannon
check the stacks on my gang, it’s outstanding

[verse 5: bandosupreme]
my diamonds, they hitting, it’s dangerous
double-r, my diamonds really real, n-gga
out of work money like bill clinton
we gon’ shoot the clip until it’s empty
all this money dirty, filthy
going crazy for a image
if it’s a hit, then i’ma send it
if i was a judge, then i’ll repent it
[verse 6: diego money]
n-gga playing with slime, might slide on your block with that fifty round biscuit
maybe them days scr-ping up nickels and pennies, now i’m spending them hundreds and fifties
icewater gang lifestyle i’m living
can’t keep up, so these n-ggas, they envy
ice on my wrist and my diamonds, they hitting

[chorus: icebirds]
ay, how you run up fifty bands in a month?
too much lean got me feeling drunk
three gram woods and it’s full of that skunk
i’m on the road for the check ’til i’m done
pull up on your block and my n-ggas get crunk
no chin check, we ain’t with the little bump
cashing that thirty, we up
talking ’bout what choppas, we fill ’em up (we fill ’em up)

[outro]
xoolin on the beat, boy

- stoopidxool

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