H00DBYAIR lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Ayy, top dog sh*t, you already know what the f*ck goin' on)
Skrr, skrr (You know what the f*ck goin')
(Bop, bop)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (n*gga know what the-), ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha (Come on), ha, ha, ha
Huh (b*tch)

[Chorus]
I'm the type, leave this sh*t on the floor
You the type, leave this sh*t in the air
No Lil Yachty, call me a lil' boat
In the spot, [?]
Fine sh*t, b*tch, get the f*ck over here
[?], we gon' dump and finesse
Slime for a whip, how I'm duckin' from 12
Broke ass n*gga, name don't ring a bell
Tryna caught me off, so I'm bringin' them hell
Taco, b*tch n*gga, eatin' the shell
[?], 'til I need a [?]
Two Glocks on him, now he pleadin' for help
Huh, new diamond rocks, I be feelin' myself
Top floor, exotic, I need that whole shelf
Balenciaga, b*tch, I need a belt
New swag on me, oh nah, this ain't for sell
[Verse 1]
Huh, I know them f*ck n*ggas dissin'
Huh, I'm in this b*tch like a Piston
Huh, ballin', I ain't assistin'
Huh, ball hog, b*tch I ain't passin'
Gave me time, now I'm back on they asses
Twitch yo sh*t down then clear the whole masses
Uh huh, f*ck yo Twitch, f*ck yo stream, and reactions
Uh huh, n*gga sleepin', they dreamin', they nappin'
Uh huh, claim he got setup, f*ck n*gga cappin'
Uh huh, n*gga pulled up to the stu', got the back hand
Uh huh, tweak out on the stage, get the backend
Uh huh, b*tch, they call me this off of Fashion
When I walk to that bank, I be laughin' (Ha)
[?]
I'ma f*ck up a check up in Saks Fifth
No Amazon, hosted on the whole package (Gang)

[Chorus]
I'm the type, leave this sh*t on the floor
You the type, leave this sh*t in the air
No Lil Yachty, call me a lil' boat
In the spot, [?]
Fine sh*t, b*tch, get the f*ck over here
[?], we gon' dump and finesse (Oh yeah)
Slime for a whip, how I'm duckin' from 12
Broke ass n*gga, name don't ring a bell
T-Tryna caught me off, so I'm bringin' them hell
Ta-Taco, b*tch n*gga, eatin' the shell
[?], 'til I need a [?]
Two Glocks on him, now he pleadin' for help
Huh, new diamond rocks, I be feelin' myself
Top floor, exotic, I need that whole shelf
Balenciaga, b*tch, I need a belt
New swag on me, oh nah, this ain't for sell
[Verse 2]
b*tch, I ain't done with this sh*t, hell nah
I put my thumb in this b*tch, [?]
I rock Off white, on my fit, well off
I don't got trust you for sh*t, can't not
I keep a dog on my leash, ha, huh
b*tch eat di*k, like, "Bon appetit"
[?], rap on a whole 'nother beat
Stone cold, and I'm drunk as f*ck, pass me the spliff
No bap, I'm known for finessin' the leaf
Carry Za' with two mans, now we maskin' the heat
Pour a four in my soda, I'm matchin' the key
New V8, in my engine, I'm fast in this b*tch
When she stay in LA, and we passin' them ho'
Rockin' Vetements, I spent yo last on my clothes
Put a red dot on his nose, like he Rudolph
I spend a bag on these hoes add a new opp
Trippin', I might overdose
Keep a cooler, just in case they gettin' close
Bk Rula, I'm tryna get inside though
He get fueled up, then he end up on the floor
Tool tucked tryna get inside the door
Keep a tool tucked, I got some opps I don't know
Been out here for years, and they still stealin' my flow
My new ho' try me, she [?] though (No bap), huh
[Outro]
Ha, ha (Gang come on)
(Top dog sh*t, they already know what the f*ck goin' on)
(f*ck these n*gga talkin' 'bout, man?)
(Come on)
Ha, ha (Let do it)
You n*ggas f*ckin' suck