Lyrics Air Force 1s - J-R3MI

Got a bad bitch, and we're gettin' faded
Pull out the laces, Air Force ones
Kick off my shoes when she flips her tongue
Gettin' head on a bunk bed, I'm so sprung
I call it high top, hers low cut
Her bust hangin' out like a victim's guts
We're fuckin' filthy, let's clean up
First I gotta get mine, let me cum

My Air Force 1s
Man, they crisp as fuck
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up
B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk

I am a pilot, and I be fly in
The skies just like when
I'm droppin' bombs from a plane up high
This a dog fight, bitch, and I got that bite
What I lack in size, I make up with might
You can knock me down, but I'll get up fine
When I'm on mics, they tend to ignite
It must just be my fuel line
I am going Mach 5
Too quick, I'm a nuisance
Got the booth lit
Truth spit
Droppin' deuces on these "cool" kids
Tried to bite my style, got they tooth chipped
Motherfuckers soft as fuck like cool whip
Who quit? You did
Got the beat on blast, Half Note just boosted
Boom bap rap is back
No more fuckin' wack
Shit, if you bring that
You will get back-hand smacked
By both of my palms with money stacks
I'll blast you to the past
In fact, let's flashback to the time KRS-One attacked
Don't skip class, philosophy raps

My Air Force ones
Man, they crisp as fuck
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up
B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk

I'm an airbender, forceful offender
One-time cash spender
I'll lend my hand to the dark empire
You my son if you rep Jedi
The sith are sick as fuck
When the lightning strike, it's best to duck
I'm an avatar of darkness
Death incarnate
Rip apart this
Fuckin' harmless bitch who starts shit
Leave him armless
Shit on Marcus
Piss on carcass, leave it tarnished
Say I'm heartless, lack catharsis
Claim I suck, I'll win regardless
I'm a Martian
Earth's my target, bitch
Kick up dust, the dirt is mine
Spit fire on a verse from the very first line
Drip drop when I rip shop
This is tip-top hip-hop shit
Don't trip on your flip-flops or
Slip on piss with Timbs on
(Nah)
Call me Aang 'cause I do my thang
I do not hang with cocaine slangers
I make bangers, Kurt Cobain
I am J 'cause that's the name
With the R3, am insane
I'm off the chain just like Great Danes
You think I'm playin', David Blaine
Acid rain is what I spray
Live and direct from the brain
Wack's exactly what I ain't

My Air Force ones
Man, they crisp as fuck
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up
B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk