Air !

*drugbwoy*
With my 7s @ the moment ion care
Nigga u dont wanna get on that dont go there
I could smell these broke ass niggas in the air
Smokin og ___ ?
Got a Glock 23 on me i came prepared

*cryingvvs*
Nigga talkin tuff but won't get up that lil boy scary
Nigga think hard lil nigga go look in the mirror
Glock on me i fooled the plug he think im soft cuz my appearance
Stole his pack then beat his ass i know that nigga felt embarrassed
I jus ran off on the same plug like 2 time fuck is u talm bout
Maison margiela gon stomp em out i jus ran off wit like 2 pounds ya

*funeral*
Shawty my ride or die
Shawty really gon ?
Let the chop knock out his lights
223 put em in the sky
And she a bad bitch no she is not no average
She livin life lavish she smokin on that catpiss
2 shots to his fuckin dome we gon invade his home
He standin still like a fuckin gnome

*mental*
Im wit niko im wit funeral im wit drug
And we countin all these rackz jus for fun
And im gettin to the racks to the funds
And she told me that she luv me she a dub
When i walk round i got sum mcqueens up on my feet
We dont play around niko he might hitchu with that heat
And she gon stay around i kno that she need me im in need
Got the bands now u kno that we gettin to the green
Woke up n im feelin fine she told me she on my line
U kno that im gettin to the money i ain't even try
Look at how im blowin up see my stats n see them climb
Yeah i know ima angel chillin in the sky
And i know she an angel but she in disguise
I kno she actin actin nervous round these other guys
Countin racks racks racks i dont even try
Smokin pack pack pack pack now im feelin high

*mess*
Talkin that shit we sendin shots up in the air
U might wanna b cuz all u do is stare
She wanna eat me i told that i hoe that i don't care
All these hoes for everyone get ??
Broke boy rock addidas rebook and tom hilfigar
Bitch we step in number nine westwood and the moncler
This hoe dont even kno bout all the mf brands that i wear
Smokin so much dope it got me lazy i dont even care