Air It Out

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat) [Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly] Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news [Verse 1: Fredo Bang] How that Glock go? (Baow) How that Draco? Youngin' take souls (Yeah) Get that case closed Get it done, finito Get the drop, I say go Sneeze on him, caught a cold If he tender fuck his ho They watchin' my moves, they tellin' they people I got some goons and all of 'em lethal All of these sticks, ain't none of 'em legal Swervin' in jeeps, we jeepers creepers Bitch gon' fuck me just to get back Give me that drop, don't want your cat Missed that opp, we doublin' back Hit 'em in the front, came out his back All black hoody, ain't no mask Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash Keep that dough, or that stash Fuck what you claim, you get no pass Where your toe? We play tag He ain't gangster, take his flag Catch him in traffic, make him crash Shout out in person, that's that bag [Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly] Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news [Verse 2: YNW Melly] I ain't runnin' from no one He upped the Glock but that bitch ain't got no drum Run up on opp, pussy nigga ya on sum'n These hoes gon' fuck on all of us 'cause we got it I got like five racks, inside my pocket Fuck on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas You in here talkin' like you with it, ain't got no choppers I'm ridin' with some killers, we all 'bout violence Demolish Got a big Glock, you wanna see the bitch squirt with extended mags These niggas ain't with it, yeah, better get you that My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad Thick hoe from Trinidad I'm tryna be her dad [Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly] Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news