BLACK AIR FORCE ACTIVITY lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder
CBass, mother f*cker
Oof

[Chorus]
Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's
We kill beef for fun
Please don't touch my guns
Haha, yeah, uh
Had to tell your b*tch to throw it back
Ridin' in the f*ckin' Cadillac, uh
Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, b*tch
(Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that b*tch call me daddy
I guess she's a baddie
She got cake, no patty, wait, uh (What huh)
Don't make a scene, this ain't a dream
Might make her scream, I don't need lean
I don't need-, *gasp* Pssh (Oof)

[Verse]
I don't need lean
I drink some NyQuil, b*tch, I feel drowsy
I take that proudly
Don't need a team, can't spell it without me
I don't need a team, can't spell it without me
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, pssh, ayy-ayy
My watch is expensive, please don't get defensive
You is unimpressive, my diamonds reflective
If you see the light it might just blind you for a second
Yo' shawty showin' all kinds of affection, b*tch
She on her knees, like those guys at confession
Yo' b*tch a fiend, I can't stop her obsession
When I was 15, I got caught for possession
I pipe it up, baby, shoutout to PJ
Don't beat my meat, my girl ask for a Threeway
Don't want no smoke, you could get that sh*t today
But we bring the chopper and find out where he stay
That must've hurt, hit a n*gga with a nunchuck
Yo' b*tch litty at the crib, gettin' f*cked up
She wanna shake it, told her drop it like a dump truck
Dennis the Menace, I'm just a bad kid, huh, huh
Got a foot fetish, but I'm not average, yuh, yuh
Suck on the toes when a n*gga smashin', uh, uh
Diamonds is water, a n*gga splashin' (Oo)
Ayy, no Ben 10, I got a wrist, it make me Diamondhead
Yo' b*tch textin' on my phone, I had to leave her read
No cap, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout the bread
Yeah, yeah, new Gucci shoes, still wear black forces
New Tesla X, I don't wanna drive Porches
Do you wanna f*ck? All I heard is of course's
[Chorus]
Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's
We kill beef for fun
Please don't touch my guns
Haha, yeah, uh
Had to tell your b*tch to throw it back
Ridin' in the f*ckin' Cadillac, uh
Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, b*tch
(Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that b*tch call me daddy
I guess she's a baddie
She got cake, no patty, wait, uh, uh
Don't make a scene, this ain't a dream
Might make her scream, I don't need lean
I don't need-, uh (I don't drink-)