Air Forces

Yeah

Yo Cam!

Uh uh uh uh
Dj flippp make the money flip

Walk in Heavy steppin’ in my tan air forces
Grade im A smokin’ shit
I ain’t talkin’ courses
Eat up off my plate bitch
Imma call that portion
Bitches and cars relate
They is both foreign
Toddler veggies I got hella fuckin’ p’s
Yeah I got the keys
Ooo she Japanese
Dropping on her knees
I’m smokin’ hella g’s
Sell up in the 603
Imma take some fees
Made your girl my bitch
She eat dog food
Put her on a leash
I don’t mean too be rude
Sticking wit my slimes like we
Fuckin’ super glued
Come collect my p’s selling you and your dude
Sheesh
17 and I graduated
Coming for you bitches like I masturbated
Smokin’ hella G’s yeah I’m hella faded
Fly up on ya neck
I make you bitches irritated
You fear replacement
Fuck the basement
Feel misplacement
Where’s my payment
Money chasing
I ain’t patient
Make a statement
What’s the latest
Feel like waiting
I’m the greatest
You bitches in amazement
Know I’m up and coming
Fuckin’ in an elevator
Yeet the baby bitch
I ain’t gonna be Darth Vader
Serving heat up on this dish
You can call me waiter
Grind then I kick it with yo bitch
Don’t call me skater
Smell like gasolina
Stuff my blunt like cornstalk
Oppas trynna’ snitch
So I betta’ use that crosswalk
Thai bitch in my bed
Yeah she trynna’ Bangkok
Bitch I’m stuffed up
I ain’t talking heart block
I got the key but I ain’t no janitor
Hella bitches on my feed
But I ain’t an amateur
Ya moms asking for the date
She ain’t talking calendar
Come up too my place
You can take it wit my caliber
Heard you trynna’ stain
You can’t stain me
My slimes in op
Ones that fuckin’ made me
If you got my money bitch
Yeah you better pay me
Your bitch digging my music
But don’t blame me
Hah