AF1 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
RTB n*gga, gang

[Chorus]
Air Force 1s, I force a n*gga in the air with this chopstick
Like I'm Yao Ming, I be quick to hit the block quick
b*tches love me, then they hate me, told 'em that they toxic
Talkin' crazy through computer boxes, get 'em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that's the top gift
Asked Bron how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm a doctor to these hoes, told her, "Baby, be patient"
Had to transform to RTB MB, the streets waitin'
Seen the lowest of the lowest, so you know I peep hatin'
We got a P, we ain't even sharin' 'Woods, we facin'
All them b*tches f*ckin' for the cheese, they be basic
Bro addicted to them RPs he be takin'
Jason with the hoes, the thirteenth, I be shankin'
Got her off the Friday the thirteenth
Put them switches on the Glock, turn his crewneck to a short sleeve
I don't got time for a b*tch, make a whore leave
Bought the whole mall, f*ck around and make a store grieve
Big B's on, yeah, I got the shades to match
Said they want me at they show, they gotta pay the racks
She send me pus*y videos, she tryna stay attached
Please don't diss me on the 'Gram, we got K's for that
You get to dissin' on the South, n*ggas pay for that
I pulled up with the fro and the stick, Doctor J'd the strap
The drank in my cup match my fitted, the Lakers hat
Why you bother me about b*tches? Where the waivers at?
Turn a side b*tch to a free agent
I gotta have fun, baby, we agin'
Caught an opp lackin', threw a party, we ragin'
Boy, that's your b*tch, why my name in her mouth? She tastin'
di*k suckin' at its finest
My n*gga Melo slime, wipe your nose like a sinus
Walked up to her, she just told me, "Get behind this"
Shot seventy-seven out the hundred-round, Luka Dončić
Don't make me get up on your heels like a prom, b*tch
This n*gga talkin' pape' on IG Live, he the town snitch
"What's up, baby?" Same line I hit her mom with
Creep up on they block with explosives, I'm the bomb, b*tch
Southside, leave n*ggas on the side if they slide on the South
Boy, it don't make no sense, I'm bringin' dimes in the house
Granny crib, I was probably putting nines in the couch
n*gga snitched on Boogs, told him we out of town when he out
And that's real
n*ggas call me Gary Payton, quick to get the steel
Walk around the block with Smith, blow it, know I will
Damn, we ain't seen him, he wear a helmet in that field
[Chorus]
Air Force 1s, I force a n*gga in the air with this chopstick
Like I'm Yao Ming, I be quick to hit the block quick
b*tches love me, then they hate me, told 'em that they toxic
Talkin' crazy through computer boxes, get 'em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that's the top gift
Asked Bron how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith