Air It Out Songtext
von WacoTron

Four seconds left, I got this shot I gotta take it
My pockets were slim, but my nigga was hella shady
Do this shit right and you gon′ be somebody's favorite
Apologizes you can save it
And if it′s fake, I embraced it

Look at mama, I made it
The child, he ain't nothing to play with
Smoking why just surveillance
You know it's wild on the pavement
Niggas wild for them statements
Been talking foul, that′s a flagrant

Chasing paper, Jamaicans, couldn′t make a move I was making
Set the record and break it, and held the best in the nation
I wanna ball like a Laker, but still deliver in cadence
So let me know bout the flavor and I can holler at the waiter
Somehow I ran out of favors, this shit about to get major


I said hold up
Let me do this shit I've never tried
Niggas froze up
Let me close the door, it′s gon' get violent when I showed up
I ain′t hear a word, niggas quiet
Pick your pole up, let them niggas know it's time to ride

Boy I′m so out my bottom
Murder don't know nothing bout it
Playing chess and I'm plotting
Hoping and praying I spot him
They told me get him, I got him
Now do we got us a problem
Put the dot on his collar, you know I get down for a dollar

There go a knock at the door, they tryna score him a 50
Let me put this together and get with me in a minute
Serving my people, I′m tripping
Get that shit how I′m living
They gon' look at me different when I hop out looking spiffy


Yeah I ran a few errands but I ain′t run from no nigga
Heard a lot I believe, it ain't come from no nigga
Know how it come, give me a beating, I go dumb on a nigga
I′m blowing dope in the swisher, until my lungs getting bigger
I told em load it up
Early that until ain't nothing left
When you get close enough
Let it ring and leave a nigga death, put my emotions up
Had to make it count with every step, I got my focus up
Killing shit they gon′ think i'm caress