Lyrics

[Intro] (Man, Sqvxlls made this beat) Chyeah, chyeah Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Chyeah, chyeah) [Chorus] Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, woo) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Aye, woo, ahh) [Verse 1] Forgiato, it's gon' push up the mileage Gold Dayton, it's gon' rip out the eyelids (Wow) Don't start that jit, that mufucka slidin' Float by, [?] on the island (Island) These niggas know diamonds they glimin', gleemin' These niggas understand timin', treatment (Timin') Hundred band jugg in the back of the basement Niggas know exactly what I could if I couldn't These niggas know that I could if I couldn't I started something, they cream like the pudding Word around town, you gon' try a new option Well you betta know, lil' Spike Dee ain't stoppin' He bouncin' the beat, and he catchin' the pocket Me and lil' mama take jet to the tropics Please don't hit me up, the merch get to droppin' Hit that mufucka, come out it's gon pop quick You know it's gon' pop shit Like a popcorn in the mufucker basket That mufucker bouta untuck, got done askin' Butterscotch [?], that mufucka drastic Pull up and box, click, cash it These niggas know I just play with the passion (Passion) Pass me the rock, I'ma mufuckin' blast it (Blast it) I'm in yo' bitch, nigga, yeah, that's the dagger (Dagger) Taking off fast in that mufuckin' Aston (Zoom) You niggas mad, you can tell they get madder (Madder) [?], inside it's so terrific (Woo) The outside of that bitch got more swag than Mick Jagger (Chyeah) [Chorus] Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, woo) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Aye, woah, woo, aye) [Verse 2] I'm catchin' my name on the low Lil' shawty, she know how it go Pop out on him, had a target for sure Snatch his lil' chain off his throat I'm on a boat, these boys can't locate what I smoke I smoke that jit's [?] I swear to the O', I'm stackin' more bread than a loaf I gotta get money for sho' Flew to the club with Sabrina Crashy just gave me a clean cut Twenty two, pop that lil' bean-uh Yeah, we was fuckin' the scene up Twelve, a young nigga had a teen crush She fuckin' my whole lil' thing up Too much I had to reup See ya' Too late, don't wanna be ya' (I don't wanna be ya') In town, I had to see ya' (I had to see ya') Ready spaghetti, the insides is peanut butter and jelly You niggas talk crazy, you scary, yeah Baby, I don't see what you sayin', my niggas, they not fuckin playin I just popped up with a plan, on the other hand, you popped a yellow xan (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) [Chorus] Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Woah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, woo) Airhead, Airhead, Airhead, Airhead (Aye, woah, aye, aye, aye)