Air It Out

Y-y-yo!
Yeah...Juan!
This one's for my...this one's for my hood
This one's for my...oh this one's yours too

This one's for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pass the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with two plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out

Yo! Uh
Sundress with the chucks flow, hella stuck though, never kid for the bucks though
Kept the flow smooth and clean like a limosuine
But I can still pick it up like a truck though
Never mind that, Replay got a bad one, where you find that?
Said she got trees, we should intertwine that
Yelling "pull up" that means rewind that
Got a wicked waistline, gyal ah where yuh wine at?
All black with a bad gyal crew
Couples Zoes too sippin' Barbancourt
Keep the loud down if the cops come through
And keep your boo close if my squad see you
Like don't let your box get checked in
And don't let your man get tooken
You took about 10 pics when I stepped in
Took 'em straight to the net no Brooklyn
Yo...

This one's for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pass the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with two plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out

Yo
Loud packs and them pistols
Still we dance like it's disco, pray they don't dump word to Sisqo
Yelling over speakers got me sound like Meek
Way too much piff got me high all week
Don't speak no doubt, if you ain't come out
Stay up all night till the licks run out
Lean zipped up and the blunt burnt out
Lost yo bitch upstairs hope it all works out
Got a cola champagne, couple plantains
50 for the store run, keeping that change
You can tell your fam come too
Whatever they do know it falls on you though
Yo, man listen, I be with the girls clutching pearls
Man listen, all up in your nerves when they man's gone missing
Tell 'em don't start like a bad transmission, listen
Yo fam listen, pretty clique of cousins and they on they way
We don't pay no mind to what they gon' say
Let the cartel play lick a shot all day
Rah!

This one's for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pass the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with two plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We 'bout to air it out, air it out, air it out