IN THE AIR Lyrics

(Woah I could feel it in the air)

Tell 'em stop all the talking when we gone link up

You know I been dying to hit ya

We the reason why theres clouds in his pictures

Pussy boy should of just listened

I run the bag up nd count me the digits

I do not dwell on bitches

Fuck what they saying cause that shit be fiction

I could hardly ever listen

Pray to the lord but we Ain't religious

I put my dawgs in Christians

If we find that boy then he gone end up missing

Hitting the car till it flipping

I hear it all but Don't listen

I kept a bond with a smithen

Big shiny star on a mission

Don't make me up it move back

Don't make me up it you know I move tact

If I ever up it I clap

Cause I can't afford for no one to get back

He try to run like he fast

But these bullets still hit 'em when I throw the pass

Hit 'em then I do the dash

Speeding I hope I Don't ever go crash

He say he real we don't feel it

Shame on you niggas that hate nd start stealing

Brody said fuck em keep killing

Cause one day them niggas they gotta go feel it

I told my Brody them niggas is weird

Told all my dawgs they could never come near

Shout out the babies them niggas my pears

Told em we got it as long as we here

Uhh

Still feel it in the air like beanie

I could tell he scared when he see me

Tell em niggas beware when they near me

I up the fire and I get the squeezing

And we still outside no matter the season

Uhh

All of you niggas is fuu

Don't even tell me to walk in ya shoes when you Don't do half that I do

I see a opp early morning he dying by noon

Tell em niggas don't get it confused

I got money but still keep a tool

We gone party while we make the news

Acting like I ain't got shit to lose

Get the sliding nd we get the clicking

Nd we hitting who ever be with him

He ain't sliding he hiding he bitching

But I still ain't lose sight of the vision

Woah

I'm on the road still moving proper

Shout out my loc he keep 'em a knocker

Pussy boy told he sang like the opera

Niggas gone fold every time that we pop up

He act tuff go and give them a oscar

I won't bluff if I got me a problem

She a slut but she still be a scholar

She wanna blood cause I'm all about a dollar

(He act tuff go and give them a oscar

I won't bluff if I got me a problem

She a slut but she still be a scholar

She wanna blood cause I'm all about a dollar)

Tell them stop all the talking when we gone link up

You know I been dying to hit ya

We the reason why theres clouds in his pictures

Pussy boy should of just listened

I run the bag up and count me the digits

I do not dwell on bitches

Fuck what they saying cause that shit be fiction

I could hardly ever listen

(Pray to the lord but we Ain't religious

I put my dawgs in Christians)