Air It Out lyrics

[Intro]
Hey Track, you ran off with this one
Yung Shad, you killed this track

[Verse 1]
My crip don't f*ck with every blood
Just know that he cool with me
And I don't f*ck with every crip
Just know it's a few in me (Slime)
And the way that MAC spit
You would think it's two of me (Brrrrra)
Matter fact a few in me (Braa)
That smacking sh*t ain't new to me (Brrrrra)
All my n*gga credit score
No less than four including me (Bodies)
Was a good boy momma
But the streets done ruined me (Repeat)
A n*gga better talk to drew before think of shooting me (skreets)
POW-POW-POW-POW

[Chorus]
We ain't with that talking sh*t
n*gga we gon air it out (POW-POW)
Send one of my youngins out the cap just to air it out (Brrruaa)
Yo baby momma show me all yo whereabouts
Now I'm on the front street with my Glock
Outside yo auntie house
We ain't with that talking sh*t (POW)
n*gga we gon air it out (POW-POW-POW)
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air it out (Grrrrra)
We ain't with that talking sh*t
n*gga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air em out
[Verse 2]
Gunna steady whacking sh*t
I'll send you to the heaven gates
Glock with a di*k all in yo face (POW)
I'll make a n*gga say his grace
Rob the plug I'll take his weight (POW)
Don't give no f*ck about no case
Eat this sh*t like taco bell these bullets what a n*gga taste
Ok Ok don't f*ck with him
A demon that boy hell
Aye TJ grab the wheel (Skrr, Skrr)
I wanna shoot that boy myself (Brrrrra)
All them toys in the car
You'd think I kidnapped me a elf
Gon be swimming with the fishes
They gon think you Micheal Phelps
Pop a pill and lose my mind
When it beef don't waste no time
Don't let them crackas get behind
In the I8 know I'm sliding
Can't leave no witness gon catch time
Saw a n*gga get a dime
So you know Lil Gunna sliding
So I'm crashing out bout mine
Don't put them killers on yo live
We want you dead and ain't no finding
I take yo life can't press rewind
When I shoot n*ggas dying
Melvin murder on my mind
These n*ggas lucky that I signed
Or I'll probably be back with slime
And I don't give a f*ck who you with its a shootout every time
[Chorus]
We ain't with that talking sh*t
n*gga we gon air it out (POW-POW)
Send one of my youngins out the cap just to air it out (Brrruaa)
Yo baby momma show me all yo whereabouts
Now I'm on the front street with my Glock
Outside yo auntie house
We ain't with that talking sh*t (POW)
n*gga we gon air it out (POW-POW-POW)
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air it out (Grrrrra)
We ain't with that talking sh*t
n*gga we gon air it out
He say he want smoke
So Lil Gunna had to air em out (POW-POW)