Gnipsey - In The Air Lyrics

Don't f*cking go crazy on me, okay?
Just remember, Lazio, this time we're in a f*cking gay crew, okay?
Okay.
The A made this B.
I say we happy when you die.
You'll be happy.
We are what was come to you.
Or what was coming to you.
The world, chico.
I feel like Curtis Jack and Richard Dye trying
Richard Dye, nigga
Look, shit killed itself, no, he ain't Dye Slime
I'm in the trenches, get a drop, we getting up on his top
Just hope he there when we pull up, ain't tryna get too excited
They let me off, was still sliding to care if I was indicted
Ain't seen no place lurked all day, we tryna get a striker
Excuses on why they ain't slotted, like I ain't invited
I ride for the bros, you ride so they can like you
This shit ain't built for everybody, don't let them niggas hype you
You either die or go to jail, and ain't no one gonna ride you
Can't walk without no money, I'm tryna ball like Michael
My young ain't quick to wipe a nose, ain't shit to make him wipe you
Picking up collect calls all day, and that's from the lifers
I miss my bros, I think about them every time I'm writing
You ever had a thing with Broden, baby, I can't wipe you
I might f*ck her if I keep her around, that mean I like you
They tryna slide while we outside, we flipping cars over
Cut them snakes out the grass, I'm riding with my lawnmower
One switch, he switch, go off, you know it's all over
Finish with the, we watch them fall over
I'm securing all the bags, y'all can keep the fame
My right hand like old dog, he said I move like Kane
Ain't no such thing as beef with bro, you beefing with the gang
It's Turkey on his 19X to get a nigga changed
How the f*ck you tattoo your dog and you ain't catch no wreck
My bitch mad, I'm outside chasing cash and we ain't had no sex
Now my mother, only other shit I love is getting checks
Love my brothers, playing with the gang, we getting niggas sent
You might not be robbed for that shit, but you condoning it
Hope you don't get mad, we smoke them niggas and start trolling them
Bullets break them down, we at it, grab it, and we rolling them
Bullets break them down, we at it, grab it, and we, ah, ah
The way that switch is blue, forgot he had his hat
I attached a crouton, back a glizzy, Mickey Milly, right?
Get some of my gel dripping when I'm walking
Pull up back to back suburbans when we hawking
So many killers with me, I don't gotta bring the whole crew
You got caught up for a pistol, then you told to run
Why these niggas think that they can stand to beef with me?
The way I'm dipping in the bitty, I don't need the peace
I don't do no talking, I just let my shooters talk for me
Brody spent the Benz two times a day and it was all for me
And all for free, I could send a blitz like Dean Hawkins did
I put Ricky Head to toe, that shit a part of me
VVS the time, I roll Ibram, that shit a Gucci burn
Once I jump about the whip, they try and see what I wear
I might do Balenciaga for a week, down to the underwear
Brody pop out, let that switchy, you feel it in the air