Fredo Bang – Air It Out lyrics

(ft. YNW Melly)

[Intro:]
Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Ooh, that’s a hard body beat

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

[Fredo Bang:]
How that Glock go? (Baow)
How that Draco?
Youngin’ take souls (Yeah)
Get that case closed
Get it done, f*** me though
Get the drop, I say go
Steeze on him, got a cold
If he tend to f*** 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’ and [?], jeepers creepers
B**** gon’ f*** 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

[YNW Melly:]
All black hoody, ain’t no mask
Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash
Keep that dough, or that stash
F*** 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

[Fredo Bang (YNW Melly):]
Put that.40 to his forehead
What the f*** you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, (hit a f*** n**** with that tool)
Ooh, (tryna put a n**** on the news)
Put that.40 to his forehead
What the f*** you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, (hit a f*** n**** with that tool)
Ooh, (tryna put a n**** on the news)

[Fredo Bang:]
I ain’t runnin’ from him, no way
He own the Glock but that b**** ain’t got no jump
Run up on opp, p**** n**** get closer
These hoes gon’ f*** on all of us ’cause we got it
I got like five racks inside my pocket
F*** on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas
You n**** talkin’ like you with it, ain’t got no choppers
I’m ridin’ with some killers, we all ’bout violence
The mileage
You got beef like you wanna see the b**** squirt with it, extended mags
These n***** ain’t really at, better get you that
My n***** really got bad hoes from Trinidad
They from Trinidad
I’m tryna get that

[Fredo Bang (YNW Melly):]
Put that.40 to his forehead
What the f*** you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, (hit a f*** n**** with that tool)
Ooh, (tryna put a n**** on the news)
Put that.40 to his forehead
What the f*** you thinkin’ ’bout?
He talkin’ like he on the air
We gon’ have to air it out
Ooh, (hit a f*** n**** with that tool)
Ooh, (tryna put a n**** on the news)