Air Lyrics

Aye, my hoodie tied right, see you on sight, diamonds too tight, I'm givin' the pipe

All of this hate just makes me so tight, Bitches they beef and wanted to fight

Pull out the strap, air out the block, now they all quiet and ain't wanna talk

I'm stuntin' in all of these chains, I'm making it rain, I'll make in it, pop into fame! (Aye, aye, aye)

Aye, my hoodie tied right, see you on sight, diamonds too tight, I'm givin' the pipe

All of this hate just makes me so tight, Bitches they beef and wanted to fight

Pull out the strap, air out the block, now they all quiet and ain't wanna talk

I'm stuntin' in all of these chains, I'm making it rain, I'll make in it, pop into fame! (Aye, aye, aye)

One, two step on a bitch like that, Running away from a hoe I clapped (Aye)

Running this whip, this is no jag, Holding in shit like this no fap (Aye)

Can't trust hoes, too many like Hefner, fucking that bitch to the beat of that bass

Going to restaurants, I'm a big tipper, Letting that girl out I need some space

Baby, I need some space

Choppa with gems and I'm letting it chase

Yeah, August rolls around and I'm spinning around, and around, and around like race

I can't leave you alone, I can't leave you alone like round and round like race

Turn the music down, Yeah we getting it down spread yo legs going down yo waist (Yo waist!)

Aye, my hoodie tied right, see you on sight, diamonds too tight, I'm givin' the pipe (Pop, pop)

All of this hate just makes me so tight, Bitches they beef and wanted to fight

Pull out the strap, air out the block, now they all quiet and ain't wanna talk (Aye!)

I'm stuntin' in all of these chains, I'm making it rain, I'll make in it, pop into fame! (Aye, aye, aye)

Aye, my hoodie tied right, see you on sight, diamonds too tight, I'm givin' the pipe (Pop, pop)

All of this hate just makes me so tight, Bitches they beef and wanted to fight

Pull out the strap, air out the block, now they all quiet and ain't wanna talk (Aye!)

I'm stuntin' in all of these chains, I'm making it rain, I'll make in it, pop into fame! (Aye, aye, aye)

Aye, my hoodie tied right, see you on sight, diamonds too tight, I'm givin' the pipe (Pop, pop)

All of this hate just makes me so tight, Bitches they beef and wanted to fight

Pull out the strap, air out the block, now they all quiet and ain't wanna talk (Aye!)

I'm stuntin' in all of these chains, I'm making it rain, I'll make in it, pop into fame!