IN THE AIR

[Intro: Mac Critter & Mack House Entertainment]
Mack House Entertainment
Yeah
It's a whole lot of—
Yeah

[Chorus: Mac Crutter & Tony Snow]
It's a whole lot of snake shit in the air
At the trap, we snorin'
Yay, nigga, weren't there
Cross my day-one-nigga, that shit there I wouldn't dare
Fuck it, I'm stabbin' that ho from the back, wrap my hand with her hair
Fuckin' and sluttin' the ho
Let her ride dick in the pool on the stairs
TTG, Trained To Go
Whole lot of motion and money affairs
We pull up three cars deep
We blitzin' on shit, like the Chicago Bears
Niggas be trollin'
Now, these niggas buried
When we whack 'em, ain't nobody gon' care

[Verse 1: Mac Critter]
Dope-boy, I got more money than the nigga got shares
Young nigga tweakin', ridin' 'round the corner, [?]
Trap-nigga, but I'll suit up and turn to a terrorist
Lovin' this bitch, we be sluttin' this bitch
End up bringin' another ho, we sharin'

[Verse 2: Tony Snow]
We got our shit start 'cross the world
Spend two thousand, look better on a pearl
In the trap, [?] like 'bows and a laundry barrel
He gon' go out like Rick, tryna run from this barrel
I'm more stupid in the trap, with these bowls like Lil Daryl
Ain't talkin' 'bout pimpin', but I said a white girl
Posted up, trappin', makin' all of my serves
Pop a perc, then a half just to calm down my nerves

[Verse 3: Mac Critter]
Young nigga, rappin' 'bout shit he ain't did, shit he ain't seen
Young nigga, rappin' 'bout shit he heard
Nigga ass feign
Stab your bitch, like Jason
Freddy Krueger, I'm in your dream
Couple of my niggas, they Mason, facial slimy, leavin' shit clean
Fuck it, I ain't doin' nothin' basic
Fly the ho out, I ain't sellin' the ho dream
Long live BBall, Teige, Quiese
Nigga know we built this team
Niggas say they slimy, but nigga ain't more cutthroat than me
Yeah, I fucked that bitch one time
They can't get close to me

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Mac Crutter & Tony Snow]
It's a whole lot of snake shit in the air
At the trap, we snorin'
Yay, nigga, weren't there
Cross my day-one-nigga, that shit there I wouldn't dare
Fuck it, I'm stabbin' that ho from the back, wrap my hand with her hair
Fuckin' and sluttin' the ho
Let her ride dick in the pool on the stairs
TTG, Trained To Go
Whole lot of motion and money affairs
We pull up three cars deep
We blitzin' on shit, like the Chicago Bears
Niggas be trollin'
Now, these niggas buried
When we whack 'em, ain't nobody gon' care