BLACK AIR FORCES

They shoot at your bitch
Just to get a lil piece
Rough on the streets
Got me soft in the sheets
A couple of bricks
Got me hitting some licks
I gotta run up the cheese
I chase up the bag
The bag gonna pay all my fees
Y'all try to fuck me up
But you can't hang on my tee

This ain't no tea time
We out at midnight
Make that shit right
This is a fist fight

Ain't nobody running on a fight
With a stick
Gotta raise up the blick
In all black
With no bitch
Hit them rough
Got the motherfucking money to stick at
I ran like a boss

Every good bag
With a wrist on froze
Better get racks
Same kicks like those

Is you a capper
No race had to stop
You a bitch, you a snitch
You fake, you a snake

Got a glock and we stepping
We gotta ball
Dinero, this fucking bitches they call it

Burning the state
Run outta money
To raise it like raza
They giving no zaza on Friday
No friends outta state
But we keep running butter
Yeah

Leaving the racks on the stove
Living them black forces out
Give them blocks to my bro
Now he got both
We on control
Outta control
We just want more

They shoot at your bitch
Just to get a lil piece
Rough on the streets
Got me soft in the sheets
A couple of bricks
Got me hitting some licks
Gotta Run up the cheese
I chase up the bag
The bag gonna pay all my fees

I feel like vudu in this bitch
You try to control me but
You just been fooling and shit
I'm boutta solve all this shit

Brr, Brr
Big Brr
Let's go
Y'all try to fuck me up
But you can't hang on my tee