Текст песни AIR IT OUT - IAMTHEKLOUD

I had to take two steps back right now
So much syrup inside of me
Forgot how to bust down
All the ganja it's type hard to breath
Fuck you talkin' bout don't try to bring that up to me
All of these hoes they tryna fuck right now
Oh yea come here
They don't know ima demon that'll spawn right now
We got 50's hunnid's huh I make sure it's blue
When im done with her hah she left a good review
Im so fucking sick and im so fucking horny
A doctor in his prime can't even diagnose me
You gon find out what typa shit that comin' on
The cup along my hands together they just correspond
I could tell you right now this a danger zone
Ammunition come like christmas in the morning hoe
Not no deer not no blitzen i'm just fuckin load
You better calm your girl right now before ha panties gone
Hahahahaha
Yea! laugh to the fuckin' bank
Laugh in my own way no resistance, cylinder in the range
I been breaking backs with my dick and my with my fuckin hand
That's that ChromeStar shit you wouldn't understand
Back to the basics
Back to the system
Back of the range
My own album hit it self like a parlay
I'm choppin' all these bodies choppin' on they guns
Brand new stars i put on the roof she showin' her whole tounge
Oh now
You gonna find out, you gonna find out
I'm finna take your head off, head off
I'm sorry for taking your girl i couldn't control it
She pulled up and show me some tricks and she-
All of these hoes they tryna fuck right now
Oh yea come here
They don't know ima demon that'll spawn right now
We got 50's hunnid's huh i make sure it's blue
When im done with her hah she left a good review
Call it, i called it, that bitch went and bought it
My dick started speaking to me, just like i taught it
On madison avenue in tinted black van
All the hoes is watchin'
I walk in givenchy i got no tax plans
My leather exotic
Air it out air it out air it out
Air it out air it out air it out
I ain't got no game plan
I just air it out air it out
Air it out air it out air it out
Air it out air it out air it out
We ain't got no state plan
Call my accountant bitch!
Load up the guns load up the blick she feelin' my
Throwin it down no orange tips she touchin' my
I love that sound grabbing the hips im about to go
In the middle of the field throw me a bomb
Im throwin that bih like a quarterback
Feel like Carti got me brand new black mask
In the party just had to get that @
She knew who i was she got the Kloud on her back
That's that shit you'll prolly never can have
Oooooo ahhh
Oooooo ahhh
Yea!
All the ganja it's type to hard to breathe
Breathe breathe breathe
All the ganja it's type to hard to breathe
Breathe breathe breathe
All the ganja it's type to hard to breathe
Breathe breathe huh hard to breathe
All of these hoes they tryna fuck right now
Oh yea come here
They don't know ima demon that'll spawn right now
We got 50's hunnid's huh i make sure it's blue
When im done with her hah she left a good review
Hahahahaha