We Up - Intellectual

[Intro: IceBirds]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Gang (Fuck)

Ayy

[Chorus: IceBirds]

Ayy, how you run up fifty bands in a month? (Plugg)

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 niggas get crunk

No chit-chat, we ain't with the little bump

Cashing out thirty, we up

Talking 'bout what choppers, we fill 'em up (We fill 'em up)

[Verse 1: IceBirds]

We'll fuck on your bitch, but I'm too stuffed (Ay)

Come get your bitch, she stay gassing me up

All the broke bitches, we passing 'em up

All my new bitches be bad as fuck

[Verse 2: Bando Supreme]

Caught me a body, put him in the paper

I'm in the hills (Fuck), who the neighbors?

Don't give a fuck, two Glocks on me like Tomb Raider

Said I was obsessed, got mе a new Scat Pack

It's a new day, new opps on my radar

Can't pay cash for this

Big C-notеs, they thought I was Crip

Put him on a shirt and now it's rip

You want some 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 bitch, I keep the pole

Hellcat, I didn't sell my soul, just sell the 'bows

[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 fuck 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: Bando Supreme]

My diamonds, they hitting, it's dangerous

Double-R, my diamonds really real, nigga

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

Buss a juug, then I repent it

[Verse 6: Diego Money]

Nigga play with young slime, might slide on your block with that fifty-round biscuit

Remember them days scraping up nickels and pennies, now I'm spending them hundreds and fifties

IceWater Gang lifestyle, I'm living

Can't keep up, so these niggas, they envy

Ice on my wrist and my diamonds, they hitting