Air ’Em Out (Freaked It) lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm

[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I f*cked that b*tch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that sh*t
Say he wanna truce, n*gga f*ck that sh*t
Real n*ggas, real killers, we ain't for that sh*t (Uh)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas n*gga f*ck your fist
Sex tape with ya b*tch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n*gga f*ck that sh*t

[Verse]
Red bottoms goin' brazy
Countin’ the cash, goin' brazy
Do the dash, goin' brazy
Throwin' a mask on, brazy
Gotta ask, "Are you crazy?"
Thinkin' you was finna play me?
Skrt, start the race
Baow, shot to the face
Gun shoot blue flames, like a video game
If you ain't talkin' about money, I promise to God I ain't entertained
Choppa rock you like a show, center stage
Grip the tool like a pro, no interface
Knew that was your girl, went and f*cked her anyway
They prolly gon' try to kill me any day
It's why I keep some killers with me everyday
FNs, MAC-10s ain't no Glocks, ayy
Sendin' shots
There he go, air him out
Pull off, while I count
Man down, then we out
[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I f*cked that b*tch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that sh*t
Say he wanna truce, n*gga f*ck that sh*t
Real n*ggas, real killers, we ain't for that sh*t (At all)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas n*gga f*ck your fist (Grra)
Sex tape with ya b*tch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n*gga f*ck that sh*t (Ya dig?)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I f*cked that b*tch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that sh*t
Say he wanna truce, n*gga f*ck that sh*t
Real n*ggas, real killers, we ain't for that sh*t (Uh)
Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas n*gga f*ck your fist (Grra)
Sex tape with ya b*tch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n*gga f*ck that sh*t (Ya dig?)