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air it out - fredo bang lyrics

[intro]
ain’t that dj chose over there?
ooh, that’s a hard body beat

[chorus: fredo bang & ynw melly]
put that .40 to his forehead
what the f*ck you thinkin’ ‘bout?
he talkin’ like he on the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga on the news
put that .40 to his forehead
what the f*ck you thinkin’ ‘bout?
he talkin’ like he on the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga 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, f*ck me though
get the drop, i say go
st**ze on him, got a cold
if he tend to f*ck his hope
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
b*tch gon’ f*ck me just to get back
give me that drop, don’t want your cash
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 the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga on the news
put that .40 to his forehead
what the f*ck you thinkin’ ‘bout?
he talkin’ like he on the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga on the news

[verse 2: ynw melly]
i ain’t runnin’ from him, no way
he own the glock but that b*tch ain’t got no jump
run up on opp, p*ssy n*gga get closer
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 n*gga talkin’ like you with it, ain’t got no choppers
i’m ridin’ with some k!llers, we all ‘bout violence
the mileage
you got beef like you wanna see the b*tch squirt with it, extended mags
these n*ggas ain’t really at, better get you that
my n*ggas really got bad hoes from trinidad
they from trinidad
i’m tryna get that

[chorus: fredo bang & ynw melly]
put that .40 to his forehead
what the f*ck you thinkin’ ‘bout?
he talkin’ like he on the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga on the news
put that .40 to his forehead
what the f*ck you thinkin’ ‘bout?
he talkin’ like he on the air
we gon’ have to air it out
ooh, hit a f*ck n*gga with that tool
ooh, tryna put a n*gga on the news

- fredo bang lyrics

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