Air It Out - Young Thug, Mpa Wicced, Rich Homie Quan

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Don’t make me come over there

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

You not what you talk about

I have killers at your house

You know YSL en route

Make ‘em pull up and hop out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

People pull up in the Bentley and hop out

And air your ass out and say sorry to children

Squeezin on innocent bystanders

That’s what they get for just chillin'

First you was dissin', now that boy missin'

Pillow talkin' to these bitches

But when he see me he quiet like detention

Pussy niggas I see right through 'em

Shoot him in his pat like Ewing

F&N meet a nigga fluid

Now the little nigga can’t urine

Hating on a nigga, I can’t do it

Meanwhile he hating, YSL getting yay, screaming aye

What you doin'?

I’mma treat him like Section 8 put his ass in his place

I’mma look a nigga in the face, make him turn Christian like Ma$e

Only say one word and it’s «Aye»

Then I’m gon' rearrange his face

Hit him with 3 like Reggie Miller

He not bout that Percy Miller

When I catch your ho I dick her

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Don’t make me come over there

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

You not what you talk about

I have killers at your house

You know YSL en route

Make ‘em pull up and hop out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out!

Air that shit out!

What the fuck you gon do when you see Wicced en route?

I got a choppa bigger than Lil Bow Wow

Just like Nick with the Cannon I be Wild’N Out

Van full of killers, ski masks, with them gold in their mouths

Kick the door down shoot the first nigga laying on the couch

Send Thugga Thugga in that bitch «Go strip down the house»

(Aye Thugga, Clear 'em out)

Found ten bricks, quarter million laying in the couch

Love when the beef in the air bring them chopsticks out

Kickin that gangsta boy you know that what you ain’t bout

Killers on top of your roof peepin you out

Im from the same area as Ace Boogie shots to ya face!

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Don’t make me come over there

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

You not what you talk about

I have killers at your house

You know YSL en route

Make ‘em pull up and hop out

Air that shit out, air that shit out

Air that shit out, air that shit out