AF1

[Chorus]
She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up like—)
Baby, watch where you put your hands at (Damn, huh, on the AF—)
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—)

[Bridge]
Fuck nigga, get your mans back (Pulled up, look like damn—, huh)
Want 'em dead, caught 'em on the side (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—)
I'm on his chain, I caught a homicide (On the AF—, huh)
Fuck niggas ain't outside (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—)
Fuck niggas ain't outside

[Verse 1]
Pulled up, lookin' like, "Damn"
Pulled up, look like damn ones
Bitch got a fat ass, throw the ones
Better not step on the AF1s
So high, flying like Air Force One
Fuck nigga died, should've had his gun
Ran out of time, only time could tell
Finna smoke loud, but it's loud, it'll smell
Finna get some dope, we'll send it through Zelle
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she doin' her nails
Smoke be free, better smoke his ass
Bounced so quick, probably smoked himself
Bitch, I'm in a dream
I don't want that bitch, she drunk
Screaming, "Free 30," gotta get the boy out of the cell
Chopper shot hit 'em, and it send 'em to hell
Chopper shot hit 'em, and it get on his coattail
Nigga want war, but I know that he know well
Bitch so bad, she in YSL
Bust the bitch down, tell me how it felt
Tell me how it felt, love
Pushin' that motherfuckin' Scat Pack
A hunnid some racks in the backpack
Shot at the boy, now I go bend it
Say he want smoke, tell him, "Bet that"
Say no mo', where that ass at?
You know Jace! ain't with the rat pack
I love you, girl, why would you ask that?
I thought we was getting past that?

[Chorus]
She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad
Watch where you put your hands at
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist

[Post-Chorus]
Count my money, where the rubber band at?
I'ma fuck her, where the rubber band at?
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back
Watch your rank up, shoot with Top Kid
Want his chains took, I call up Homixide
Fuck nigga trollin', called up Homixide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide

[Refrain]
Say no mo', where the ass at?
You know Jace! ain't with the rat pack
I love you, girl, why would you ask that?
I thought we was getting past that?

[Chorus]
She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad
Watch where you put your hands at
Top Kid, I'm the antagonist

[Post-Chorus]
Count my money, where the rubber band at?
I'ma fuck her, where the rubber band at?
Someone tell me where the rubber band is
Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back
Watch your rank up, shoot with Top Kid
Want his chains took, I call up Homixide
Fuck nigga trollin', called up Homixide
His whole gang dropped from homicide
Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide

[Outro]
(On the AF—)