Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLACK AIR FORCE ACTIVITY, artist - Joey Trap. Album song STFU, in the genre Date of issue: 19.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Rich Squad
Song language: English
BLACK AIR FORCE ACTIVITY |
| Akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder |
| CBass, mother fucker |
| Oof |
| Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's |
| We kill beef for fun |
| Please don’t touch my guns |
| Haha, yeah, uh |
| Had to tell your bitch to throw it back |
| Ridin' in the fuckin' Cadillac, uh |
| Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, bitch |
| (Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that bitch call me daddy |
| I guess she’s a baddie |
| She got cake, no patty, wait, uh (What huh) |
| Don’t make a scene, this ain’t a dream |
| Might make her scream, I don’t need lean |
| I don’t need-, *gasp* Pssh (Oof) |
| I don’t need lean |
| I drink some NyQuil, bitch, I feel drowsy |
| I take that proudly |
| Don’t need a team, can’t spell it without me |
| I don’t need a team, can’t spell it without me |
| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, pssh, ayy-ayy |
| My watch is expensive, please don’t get defensive |
| You is unimpressive, my diamonds reflective |
| If you see the light it might just blind you for a second |
| Yo' shawty showin' all kinds of affection, bitch |
| She on her knees, like those guys at confession |
| Yo' bitch a fiend, I can’t stop her obsession |
| When I was 15, I got caught for possession |
| I pipe it up, baby, shoutout to PJ |
| Don’t beat my meat, my girl ask for a Threeway |
| Don’t want no smoke, you could get that shit today |
| But we bring the chopper and find out where he stay |
| That must’ve hurt, hit a nigga with a nunchuck |
| Yo' bitch litty at the crib, gettin' fucked up |
| She wanna shake it, told her drop it like a dump truck |
| Dennis the Menace, I’m just a bad kid, huh, huh |
| Got a foot fetish, but I’m not average, yuh, yuh |
| Suck on the toes when a nigga smashin', uh, uh |
| Diamonds is water, a nigga splashin' (Oo) |
| Ayy, no Ben 10, I got a wrist, it make me Diamondhead |
| Yo' bitch textin' on my phone, I had to leave her read |
| No cap, I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t 'bout the bread |
| Yeah, yeah, new Gucci shoes, still wear black forces |
| New Tesla X, I don’t wanna drive Porches |
| Do you wanna fuck? |
| All I heard is of course’s |
| Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's |
| We kill beef for fun |
| Please don’t touch my guns |
| Haha, yeah, uh |
| Had to tell your bitch to throw it back |
| Ridin' in the fuckin' Cadillac, uh |
| Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, bitch |
| (Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that bitch call me daddy |
| I guess she’s a baddie |
| She got cake, no patty, wait, uh, uh |
| Don’t make a scene, this ain’t a dream |
| Might make her scream, I don’t need lean |
| I don’t need-, uh (I don’t drink-) |