Air Em out (Freaked It)

Hmm

Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit
Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (Uh)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit

Red bottoms goin' brazy
Countin' the cash, goin' brazy
Do the dash, goin' brazy
Throwin' a mask on, brazy
Gotta ask, are you crazy?
Thinkin' you was finna play me?
Skrt, start the race
Baow, shot to the face
Gun shoot blue flames, like a video game
If you ain't talkin' about money I promise to God I ain't entertained
Choppa rock you like a show, center stage
Grip the tool like a pro, no interface
Knew that was your girl, went and fucked her anyway
They prolly gon' try to kill me, anyday
It's why I keep some killers with me everyday
FNs, MAC-10s ain't no Glocks, ayy
Sendin' shots
There he go, air him out
Pull off, while I count
Man down, then we out

Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit
Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (At all)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist (Grra)
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit (Ya dig?)

Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit
Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (Uh)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist (Grra)
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit (Ya dig?)



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