[Intro]We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bagsMy 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 bagsMy 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 aloneShe's houndin me for coke it's white and pure as snow kidJust to bum a smoke the cops are on me nose bitchI am not your bloke your gee's not worth the cokeIt's fresh off the boat, delivered wit' me brown, I feel it in me throat I feel it in me bowelsThe Charlie's [?] desperate for a bumpLeft the kids at home tonight now mammy's gettin' pumpedNever trust a bird that sniff Coke, Ket, Weird hash cigarettes then recite the alphabet don't forgetKeep a sharp mind [?] belly and baguette leavin' bunchers upsetWe don't fuck wit' geebags that're expectin' free bagsWe don't fuck wit' geebags[Chorus 1]We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bagsMy 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 gameyNever hand them [?] 'less the bitches wanna pay me(Both) Bitches wanna pay meOutBurst keep a lip ho make sure the joints are flamey(Both) Sure the joints are flameyHave to keep our minds about ya [?](Both) [?]Weekend comes and I'm pure from the clapChlamydia free now what do ya think about that?Chillin' in the club with two slappers on me lapPolish half a gram o' pat and ask 'em if they wanna danceUp on the floor OutBurst on tourFeelin' on me level neckin' seven pints o' CoorsSellin' party dust pure I'm an entrepreneurPeople sniffin' me bags and comin' back for some moreBut young ones got a name for themselves on InstagramMistake it for fame take [?] wish they'd take their heads [?] with the programThink there's nothin' like them but their fanny's look like roast lamb, fit fam fit famLosin' weight sniffin' buggies gettin' fit by pushin' pramsYour bloke is gettin' baked and bangin' brazzers 'n AmsterdamAnd here ya are back home wreckin' me head d'ya understand?[Chorus 1]We don't fuck with Geebags, That're expectin' free bagsMy 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
