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Fredo Bang - Air It Out Lyrics



Fredo Bang - Air It Out Lyrics
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[ Featuring YNW Melly ]

Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

How that Glock go? (Baow!)
How that Draco?
Youngin' take souls, get that case closed
Get it done, f*ck me though
Get the drop, I say go
Sneeze on 'em, caught a cold
If he tender, f*ck his hoe
They watchin' my moves, they tellin' the people
I got some goons and all of 'em evil
All of these sticks, ain't none of them legal
Swervin' in Jeeps, we Jeepers Creepers
Bitch gon' f*ck me just to get back
Gimma that drop, don't want your cat
Missed that opp, we doublin' back
Hit 'em in the front, came out his back
All black hoodie, ain't no mask
Catch 'em in the car, leave 'em on the dash
Keep that dough, where that stash
F*ck 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
Shot the wrong person, that's my bad

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

I ain't runnin' from no one
He upped the Glock, but that bitch ain't got no drum
Run up on opp, pussy nigga you owe some
These hoes gon' f*ck on all of us, 'cause we got it
I got like five racks inside my pocket
F*ck on your thing in my blue and green Balenciagas
You niggas talkin' like you with it, ain't got no choppers
I'm ridin' with some killers, we all 'bout violence, demolish
You got beef like you wanna see this bitch squirt with extended mags
These niggas ain't with it, yeah, better get you back
My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad
Thick hoe from Trinidad, I'm trynna give her that

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Looked like DJ Chose
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Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

How that Glock go? (Baow!)
How that Draco?
Youngin' take souls, get that case closed
Get it done, f*ck me though
Get the drop, I say go
Sneeze on 'em, caught a cold
If he tender, f*ck his hoe
They watchin' my moves, they tellin' the people
I got some goons and all of 'em evil
All of these sticks, ain't none of them legal
Swervin' in Jeeps, we Jeepers Creepers
Bitch gon' f*ck me just to get back
Gimma that drop, don't want your cat
Missed that opp, we doublin' back
Hit 'em in the front, came out his back
All black hoodie, ain't no mask
Catch 'em in the car, leave 'em on the dash
Keep that dough, where that stash
F*ck 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
Shot the wrong person, that's my bad

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

I ain't runnin' from no one
He upped the Glock, but that bitch ain't got no drum
Run up on opp, pussy nigga you owe some
These hoes gon' f*ck on all of us, 'cause we got it
I got like five racks inside my pocket
F*ck on your thing in my blue and green Balenciagas
You niggas talkin' like you with it, ain't got no choppers
I'm ridin' with some killers, we all 'bout violence, demolish
You got beef like you wanna see this bitch squirt with extended mags
These niggas ain't with it, yeah, better get you back
My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad
Thick hoe from Trinidad, I'm trynna give her that

Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the f*ck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Looked like DJ Chose
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Writer: Fredrick II Givens, Jamell Maurice Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Fredo Bang
Featuring: YNW Melly
Length: 3:00
Written by: Fredrick II Givens, Jamell Maurice Demons

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