Lyrics Air It Out - YNW Gunna

Hey Track, you ran off with this one
Yung Shad, you killed this track

My crip don′t fuck with every blood
Just know that he cool with me
And I don't fuck with every crip
Just know it′s a few in me
And the way that MAC spit
You would think it's two of me
Matter fact a few in me
That smacking shit ain't new to me
All my nigga credit score
No less than four including me
Was a good boy momma
But the streets done ruined me
A nigga better talk to drew before think of shooting me
POW-POW-POW-POW

We ain′t with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
Send one of my youngins out the cap just to air it out
Yo baby momma show me all yo whereabouts
Now I′m on the front street with my Glock
Outside yo auntie house
We ain't with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air it out
We ain′t with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air em out

Gunna steady whacking shit
I'll send you to the heaven gates
Glock with a dick all in yo face
I′ll make a nigga say his grace
Rob the plug I'll take his weight
Don′t give no fuck about no case
Eat this shit like taco bell these bullets what a nigga taste
Ok Ok don't fuck with him
A demon that boy hell
Aye TJ grab the wheel
I wanna shoot that boy myself
All them toys in the car
You'd think I kidnapped me a elf
Gon be swimming with the fishes
They gon think you Micheal Phelps
Pop a pill and lose my mind
When it beef don′t waste no time
Don′t let them crackas get behind
In the I8 know I'm sliding
Can′t leave no witness gon catch time
Saw a nigga get a dime
So you know Lil Gunna sliding
So I'm crashing out bout mine
Don′t put them killers on yo live
We want you dead and ain't no finding
I take yo life can′t press rewind
When I shoot niggas dying
Melvin murder on my mind
These niggas lucky that I signed
Or I'll probably be back with slime
And I don't give a fuck who you with its a shootout every time

We ain′t with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
Send one of my youngins out the cap just to air it out
Yo baby momma show me all yo whereabouts
Now I′m on the front street with my Glock
Outside yo auntie house
We ain't with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air it out
We ain′t with that talking shit
Nigga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air em out