[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
RTB nigga, gang
[Chorus]
Air Force 1s, I force a nigga in the air with this chopstick
Like I'm Yao Ming, I be quick to hit the block quick
Bitches love me, then they hate me, told 'em that they toxic
Talkin' crazy through computer boxes, get 'em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that's the top gift
Asked Bron how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm a doctor to these hoes, told her, "Baby, be patient"
Had to transform to RTB MB, the streets waitin'
Seen the lowest of the lowest, so you know I peep hatin'
We got a P, we ain't even sharin' 'Woods, we facin'
All them bitches fuckin' for the cheese, they be basic
Bro addicted to them RPs he be takin'
Jason with the hoes, the thirteenth, I be shankin'
Got her off the Friday the thirteenth
Put them switches on the Glock, turn his crewneck to a short sleeve
I don't got time for a bitch, make a whore leave
Bought the whole mall, fuck around and make a store grieve
Big B's on, yeah, I got the shades to match
Said they want me at they show, they gotta pay the racks
She send me pussy videos, she tryna stay attached
Please don't diss me on the 'Gram, we got K's for that
You get to dissin' on the South, niggas pay for that
I pulled up with the fro and the stick, Doctor J'd the strap
The drank in my cup match my fitted, the Lakers hat
Why you bother me about bitches? Where the waivers at?
Turn a side bitch to a free agent
I gotta have fun, baby, we agin'
Caught an opp lackin', threw a party, we ragin'
Boy, that's your bitch, why my name in her mouth? She tastin'
Dick suckin' at its finest
My nigga Melo slime, wipe your nose like a sinus
Walked up to her, she just told me, "Get behind this"
Shot seventy-seven out the hundred-round, Luka Dončić
Don't make me get up on your heels like a prom, bitch
This nigga talkin' pape' on IG Live, he the town snitch
"What's up, baby?" Same line I hit her mom with
Creep up on they block with explosives, I'm the bomb, bitch
Southside, leave niggas on the side if they slide on the South
Boy, it don't make no sense, I'm bringin' dimes in the house
Granny crib, I was probably putting nines in the couch
Nigga snitched on Boogs, told him we out of town when he out
And that's real
Niggas call me Gary Payton, quick to get the steel
Walk around the block with Smith, blow it, know I will
Damn, we ain't seen him, he wear a helmet in that field
[Chorus]
Air Force 1s, I force a nigga in the air with this chopstick
Like I'm Yao Ming, I be quick to hit the block quick
Bitches love me, then they hate me, told 'em that they toxic
Talkin' crazy through computer boxes, get 'em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that's the top gift
Asked Bron how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith
AF1 was written by RTB MB.
AF1 was produced by Enrgy Beats.