Lyrics Air It Out - YNW Melly , Fredo Bang

Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that's a hardbody beat
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin' bout?
He talkin' like he on the air
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 the air
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
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 hoe
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 cash
Missed that opp, we doublin' 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
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?
He talkin' like he on the air
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 the air
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
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 nigga 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 really 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
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?
He talkin' like he on the air
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 the air
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Ooh, that's a hardbody beat
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Mm, look like DJ Chose