In the Air Lyrics

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Get a drop

We over there

Get back for your homie he's in the air

We don't care where your from slide anywhere

Them ave boys make your mom dukes shed a tear

Hit 'em up, critical

Two bills on the dash it's digital

Miskeens on the net it's pitiful

Fake gangstas them niggas fictional

Drive through, walk through

Ion care as long as we gotchu

Broski in the back he gon spot you

Members steppin we comin to stomp you

If they get me, Dizz for the get back

And it won't take him long just to get that

Your homie a pack yeah we said that

But I couldn't tell you who left that

Let me ask you a question

Why you giddy to beef with the west end

Your homie got sent up to heaven no we ain't claiming but you should avenge him

I'm itching and feening to get him

Walk down back it out and bench him

If he slide on the ends we gon fence him

And you know we do more than just press him uh

Money affi get that

Them dollars come first don't forget that

Seen us he's regretting he said that

Now he's begging and pleading to dead that

In the hood but your tryna buy Rollies

Like broski where's your priorities

She innocent with you she's a whore to me

Get the wheels and the guns come score with me

Two percs and deuce in my system

No mask, fuck that lift 'em

I know Trapz won't hesitate to pitch one

We got options broski which one

Brand new XD yeah this one

Fill it up let it off till the clip done

Kalas now he's a victim

Me and Dizz on the ride I'll assist him

Murda

Come to the ends and don't beat their burnas

Tried to walk up almost got burnt up

So when Trapz frees up we gon turn up

38 39 know you heard us

I swear none of them opp niggas hurt us

And I promise you they don't concern us

And the internet shit don't disturb us

Get a drop

We over there

Get back for your homie he's in the air

We don't care where your from slide anywhere

Them ave boys make your mom dukes shed a tear

Hit 'em up, critical

Two bills on the dash it's digital

Miskeens on the net it's pitiful

Fake gangstas them niggas fictional

Drive through, walk through

Ion care as long as we gotchu

Broski in the back he gon spot you

Members steppin we comin to stomp you

If they get me, Dizz for the get back

And it won't take him long just to get that

Your homie a pack yeah we said that

But I couldn't tell you who left that