Put it in the air Lyrics

We gon' put it in the air

Yo, rip the band off because my money brand new

Heh

Damn, I be tweakin' out

Rip the band off because my money brand new

I made her cut her friend off cause she know she a fan too

Doss black and white lil hoe wanna eat me up, wanna chop me up like bamboo

She want me to buy her, SHEIN cart but I think she need shampoo

One, two, one, two, have some niggas hunt you

Bitch, I won't even save your number, that's unless I want you

Lil shh always talkin' bout some dick, know she a munch too

You don't gotta feel no iron, you can come and feel this punch too

Can you hear the stick

If she on some setup shit, I'll turn around and hit the bitch

Lil crook ass nigga but I respect him, say he wanna hit a lick

Fiend ass nigga always talkin' bout he wanna hit a nic

I might jus Mack on li shawty, she supposed to be my friend but lately she been lookin' real thick

She be scratchin' hard, told Brodie don't cuff that, think she got the tics

I ain't beefin' with nobody, you can keep me out your fuckin' mix

All follow the leader, brand dead just like a baby chick

She be cryin', whinin' all the time, call that my baby bitch

Is you gon' shake some ass or not

Cause I'm a dip if you don't wanna

Stay up out the streets, when you get jammed you turn into a gunna

15 for a G what a sunning boy, tax you can't get it free

I promote his shop in every song my niggas pushin' P

Now it's 28, zip it up and never speak on it again

I'ma link up with a light skinned bitch, my mans gon' get the friend

If you be in the streets and just know one day shit gon' hit the fan

Rip the band off, because cause my money brand new

Made her cut a friend up cause she know she a fan too

Think she want my brody on his Nike tech she leave a stain

Wake up, get to grindin' get some money, that's gon' ease the pain

Met her at the strip put that on God, I don't even know her name

And I won't even trip cause I know life is just a money game

Rip it off the band because my money brand new

Hope I don't gotta use my hands cause I know what them hands do

Why you speaking on my mans but you know what my mans do

I think she want me in the bro but we ain't letting bitches choose

Buy a bitch and buy a designer, I don't got nothing to prove

They been sleeping on the kid forever, think they really snooze

It ain't no more rap about killing but I'm still a slimy dude

I had met this pretty hoe, she tell me she like my hair

With these j's I stand on shit, finna cop me a new pair

So tell me what you tryna smoke, we gon' put it in the air

So tell me what you tryna smoke, we gon' put it in the air