Air It Out

Lyrics

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