Fredo Bang, YNW Melly — Air It Out
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Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beatPut that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
How that Glock go? (Baow)
How that Draco?
Youngin’ take souls (Yeah)
Get that case closed
Get it done, fuck me though
Get the drop, I say go
Steeze on him, got a cold
If he tend to fuck his hope
They watchin’ my moves, they tellin’ they people
I got some goons and all of ’em lethal
All of these sticks, ain’t none of ’em legal
Swervin’ in jeeps, we jeepers creepers
Bitch gon’ fuck me just to get back
Give me that drop, don’t want your cash
Missed that opp, we doublin’ back
Hit ’em in the front, came out his back
All black hoody, ain’t no mask
Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash
Keep that dough, or that stash
Fuck what you claim, you get no pass
Where your toe? We play tag
He ain’t gangster, take his flag
Catch him in traffic, make him crash
Shout out in person, that’s that bag
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
I ain’t runnin’ from him, no way
He own the Glock but that bitch ain’t got no jump
Run up on opp, pussy nigga get closer
These hoes gon’ fuck on all of us ’cause we got it
I got like five racks inside my pocket
Fuck on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas
You nigga talkin’ like you with it, ain’t got no choppers
I’m ridin’ with some killers, we all ’bout violence
The mileage
You got beef like you wanna see the bitch squirt with it, extended mags
These niggas ain’t really at, better get you that
My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad
They from Trinidad
I’m tryna get that
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
