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In the Air
DopeBoy DQ
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Yo, Listen
Get a drop
We over there
Get back for your homie he's in the air
We don't care where your from slide anywhere
Them ave boys make your mom dukes shed a tear
Hit 'em up, critical
Two bills on the dash it's digital
Miskeens on the net it's pitiful
Fake gangstas them niggas fictional
Drive through, walk through
Ion care as long as we gotchu
Broski in the back he gon spot you
Members steppin we comin to stomp you
If they get me, Dizz for the get back
And it won't take him long just to get that
Your homie a pack yeah we said that
But I couldn't tell you who left that
Let me ask you a question
Why you giddy to beef with the west end
Your homie got sent up to heaven no we ain't claiming but you should avenge him
I'm itching and feening to get him
Walk down back it out and bench him
If he slide on the ends we gon fence him
And you know we do more than just press him uh
Money affi get that
Them dollars come first don't forget that
Seen us he's regretting he said that
Now he's begging and pleading to dead that
In the hood but your tryna buy Rollies
Like broski where's your priorities
She innocent with you she's a whore to me
Get the wheels and the guns come score with me
Two percs and deuce in my system
No mask, fuck that lift 'em
I know Trapz won't hesitate to pitch one
We got options broski which one
Brand new XD yeah this one
Fill it up let it off till the clip done
Kalas now he's a victim
Me and Dizz on the ride I'll assist him
Murda
Come to the ends and don't beat their burnas
Tried to walk up almost got burnt up
So when Trapz frees up we gon turn up
38 39 know you heard us
I swear none of them opp niggas hurt us
And I promise you they don't concern us
And the internet shit don't disturb us
Get a drop
We over there
Get back for your homie he's in the air
We don't care where your from slide anywhere
Them ave boys make your mom dukes shed a tear
Hit 'em up, critical
Two bills on the dash it's digital
Miskeens on the net it's pitiful
Fake gangstas them niggas fictional
Drive through, walk through
Ion care as long as we gotchu
Broski in the back he gon spot you
Members steppin we comin to stomp you
If they get me, Dizz for the get back
And it won't take him long just to get that
Your homie a pack yeah we said that
But I couldn't tell you who left that