paroles de chanson Air It Out - Roney

Hit a nigga block, air it out
Hit him in his top, watch 'em all bleed out, yeah uh
We the hardest in the south, gang
Bitches heard of us, now they see we got some clout
Now they movin' like their mind's made up
Wanna see me ridin' in a Range truck
And they know that all my guys shoot stuff
We ain't gonna lie, man, we just get 'em brushed like...

Damn, nigga!
You was movin' like the man, though
Thought he bang bro, but he sweet like a mango
Don't get close got the city in a grapple
Beat it like a banjo, and hit him in his ankle
He can't run no more, that homie damn slow
If so fill his dome wit' some ammo
Wit' two tones move domes like who's home
Bullet through your head like a new comb
I don't wanna go back to the station
So I hid around, gotta dodge investigations
Got a shooter 'round 'cause my life is like the Matrix
I'm a dermatologist, I give a nigga facelift
Got my name in the pavement
My dawg he need a way I'ma pave it
He thought it's on the waist, tell her raise it
Give a nigga facelift
I used to wear those cuffs like it was bracelets
I used to beat on kids for entertainment
I had a blade in my mouth like braces
I'm the hardest nigga out I embraced it
If he talkin' on the net he a dry snitch
12's follow your account, build cases
All these niggas is my sons, fuck a wait list
And I taught 'em how to ball, I'm Naismith
I did the grave shift, had to save it
Heard he movin' hot tie him up like he laces
I had to go all out for these bases
Hard night, hard whites in the basement
No statements, rather do aprons
Drop a rock in the pot, put pain in
Turn a nine to a half when you pace it
Watch a fiend hit a pipe when you lace it

Hit a nigga block, air it out
Hit him in his top, watch 'em all bleed out, yeah uh
We the hardest in the south, gang
Bitches heard of us, now they see we got some clout
Now they movin' like their mind's made up
Wanna see me ridin' in a Range truck
And they know that all my guys shoot stuff
We ain't gonna lie, man, we just get 'em brushed like...