CLEARING THE AIR

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) [Chorus: Tay Savage] Tired of playin' with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (Trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Huh?) Tired of playin' with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (That bitch a trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Ha) [Verse 1: Tay Savage] We don't do no diss and they tryna piece the puzzle (What?) Once them killers get to killin', I gotta support the hustle (What?) We pushin' Ps, don't want no beef, you tweet and meet the muscle (Grrah) Rollin' deep with sixty niggas, feel like Nipsey Hussle (Huh? What?) If you ain't got no money, can't be my opposition (Nah) Put that bricky on your head and watch you come up missin' (What?) Find your body in the woods and find your head with fishes (Damn) Got your mama on the news cryin', sayin' she miss you (Bitch) Even though we wiped your nose, I'ma hand a tissue (Ha, what?) We come through steppin' like it's a frat party (Step) But you can't tweak with me if you a nobody (Goofy ass) Yeah, I beat them bodies, I'm like John Gotti (Beat them bodies) [Chorus: Tay Savage] Tired of playin' with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (Trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Huh?) Tired of playin' with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (That bitch a trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Ha) [Verse 2: Trigga500k] Ayy, I'm tired of playin' with niggas, I'm tryna send a nigga up (Send one) Like I ain't got it 'cause you don't see it, nigga, don't be dumb, it's in the tuck Fully automatic pistols, nigga play, they gon' get flushed (Grrah, grrah) Know these bullets big as hell, I'm tryna fill a nigga up, uh (Grrah, grrah) Ayy, fuck a nigga, I ran this shit up by myself Nigga be sayin' all type of shit when they be fucked up, needin' help (Broke-ass nigga) I ain't got no opps 'cause all these niggas broke I ain't goin' back and forth with a junkie, nah, these niggas gangsters off of dope (Junkie-ass nigga) I'm a righteous reaper, uh, they gotta know this shit get evil I'ma need you to stand on everything you ever said when I see you (Nah, for real) Fuck them dead niggas, we the type to piss on niggas grave Whenever we spin, I ain't goin' home 'til I hit a nigga in the face, uh (Nigga) [Chorus: Tay Savage] Tired of playing with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (Trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Huh?) Tired of playing with niggas, I'm 'bout to 'dress shit (Grrah) Don't let this humble shit fool you, you'll be my next vic' (That bitch a trick) While you niggas playin' checks, I'm playin' chess, bitch (Stupid) How you think I got these VVs on my neck and wrist? (Ha)