Air

Lyrics

[Intro: 44 OakBoy] Yeah Yeah [Chorus: 44 OakBoy] Full of that lean, I barely can steer Bust down a brick, it disapear Bigwood to the face, rollin' hard off a pill The ice around my neck, man, it's givin' me chills Too deep in the game, how could I fail? Drop bands on a case, no need for appeal Shippin' them bricks, we makin' up-sell Too many bricks, they come by the bale Diamonds dancin', man, I feel like Rick Flair Too many bitches, they come by the pair Designer my kicks, it feel like I'm walkin' on air [Verse 1: Bando Supreme] Pull out the racks like show-and-tell If I got it, I cop' it I got the ice on me, so when I walk in, I came with the pocket How 'bout I shoot out the rockets Pass me the pack like Stockton All-black coupe, Batman Too bad that I can't fit a Robin What's on the jeans? Robin's Like I just caught me a body Four gold rings, Audi Pack go missin' as soon as I got it These niggas plate watchin' So I got a new scope and it's HD Pop me a shot, swerve and lean I'm at the top, they follow the lead' [Verse 2: IceBirds] They gon' follow my lead Need me a bitch that can match my spead Hop in the foreign, it go super speed You know the team, we all about green IceWater class and I am the dean Pourin' the four up, you know I'm gon' lean Check out my 'fit, I be too clean Ain't gotta speak on the shit that I seen, ayy Hop out the cut and I'm with that Fuck with the gang, push your shit back Blue face hunnid, I'm all about big racks I rock a Gucci belt with some Fendi to mismatch Fuckin' that bitch, she from Snapchat Ayy, it no chit-chat, she wanna pull up and kickback Bussin' that chopper, it got kick back Know I'm gon' run up the racks just to kickback [Chorus: 44 OakBoy] Full of that lean, I barely can steer Bust down a brick, it disapear Bigwood to the face, rollin' hard off a pill The ice around my neck, man, it's givin' me chills Too deep in the game, how could I fail? Drop bands on a case, no need for appeal Shippin' them bricks, we makin' up-sell Too many bricks, they come by the bale Diamonds dancin', man, I feel like Rick Flair Too many bitches, they come by the pair Designer my kicks, it feel like I'm walkin' on air