IN THE AIR

Lyrics

[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' carе [Verse 1: Mac Critter] Dope-boy, I got more money than thе 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