In The Air freestyle ft. Craig Lamar Lyrics

Money for a Weez bang

Ha, Big 5, Big Cheese

Woke up in the morning with a mixed breed

I am not a killer but don't tip me

Still smack a nigga like I'm Nipsey

I'm going beast mode

Where the chimps be

Mojito, that meant leave

I know a few crips and some big B's

That'll charge you rent fee upon entry

If you ain't with me, use against me

Try to say that she dick me, cause I'm crispy

Pull up, then she lick me like Lewinsey

Big dick in her kidneys, now she stingy

Used to work at the Wendy's, making ends meet

Now I got her up in Fendi, I can picky

I be out with my Benjis, making Benjis

Fuck niggas talking Benjis, but we Benjis

My division, there they go

Ridin' around in that green Lincoln

Where they at? Jimmy Trueson and the Jane Deason

Fetty Fett, docking her back if the gang need me

Fetty Fett,

docking her back if the gang need me

Carry on, Clair Mel nigga

On the block we running, 40 inch rims

On the drop we stuntin

12 hit hard like it's Rocky

Punching on God, this the shit that the Nazi coming

Quick to get missing with niggas

Get to tripping, I got moves on the mission

It's multiplying the vision, add it up

Subtract out all the Judas

If you wanna lock in with us, you gotta prove it

You niggas all motion, no traction

You really ain't getting nowhere, five digits on your head

But I ain't really trying to go there, cause that Rico

Is real and niggas just love sangin

Everybody solid till them years started araigning

Don't mind me, I'm just trying to save a couple souls

To get a couple guests, I had to take a lot of no's

Scared to fall in love, I just pray she ain't no hoe

I'm a real Florida nigga, please don't try this on go

I'm that nigga, that nigga, nigga

Why would you cross him, had to pay the hand that I was dealt

I'm running Boston call a spade as a spade

What else you want from a real G

I'm counting dirty money till my fingertips is filthy

You feel me

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