Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Air It Out , by - Fredo Bang. Release date: 18.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Air It Out |
| Ain’t that DJ Chose over there? |
| Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |
| How that Glock go? |
| (Baow) |
| How that Draco? |
| Youngin' take souls (Yeah) |
| Get that case closed |
| Get it done, finito |
| Get the drop, I say go |
| Sneeze on him, caught a cold |
| If he tender fuck his hoe |
| They watchin' my moves, they tellin' they people |
| I got some goons and all of ‘em lethal |
| All of these sticks, ain’t none of ‘em legal |
| Swervin' in jeeps, we jeepers creepers |
| Bitch gon' fuck me just to get back |
| Give me that drop, don’t want your cat |
| Missed that opp, we doublin' back |
| Hit ‘em in the front, came out his back |
| All black hoody, ain’t no mask |
| Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash |
| Keep that dough, or that stash |
| Fuck what you claim, you get no pass |
| Where your toe? |
| We play tag |
| He ain’t gangster, take his flag |
| Catch him in traffic, make him crash |
| Shout out in person, that’s that bag |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |
| I ain’t runnin' from no one |
| He upped the Glock but that bitch ain’t got no drum |
| Run up on opp, pussy nigga ya on sum’n |
| These hoes gon' fuck on all of us ‘cause we got it |
| I got like five racks, inside my pocket |
| Fuck on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas |
| You in here talkin' like you with it, ain’t got no choppers |
| I’m ridin' with some killers, we all ‘bout violence |
| Demolish |
| Got a big Glock, you wanna see the bitch squirt with extended mags |
| These niggas ain’t with it, yeah, better get you that |
| My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad |
| Thick hoe from Trinidad |
| I’m tryna be her dad |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |
| Put that .40 to his forehead |
| What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout? |
| He talkin' like he on it, yeah |
| We gon' have to air it out |
| Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool |
| Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news |