Air It Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
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 f*ck 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' f*ck 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
f*ck 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

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout? He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
I ain't runnin' from no one
He upped the Glock but that bitch ain't got no drum
Run up on opp, p*ssy nigga ya on sum'n
These hoes gon' f*ck on all of us ‘cause we got it
I got like five racks, inside my pocket
f*ck 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

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the f*ck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a f*ck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

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