Aerodynamics (feat. BLP Kosher & YS4 Eddie) - Cee G

(Water, yeah) (Water, yeah, BLP, cracker) (Let the Dreidel man) (Fuelz got that heat) Water, ayy I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware Bad bitches eatin' seafood, I bought the calamari Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari I will retreat and that's a whole lot of guns If she hop up in the whip, she'll be a whole lot of fun She gon' make that ass clap, I'm talkin' hot cross buns We got every lick back, I'm talkin' long-lost funds I got bars like Lil Wayne, but I'm still totin' flame I overcame the obstacles and never once did I complain And they was hatin' on my name, now they wanna be Dreidel Gang I'll let this chopper eat, I named it Anthony Bourdain Cuttin' up, but I ain't emo, forties hot, jalapeños Them boys corny, you played and you lays, Fritos Fake, incognito, I got the keys in Key Largo I'm in Tampa, now the hoes scream my name, Sean Malto I ain't shootin' up no house, jit, I'm runnin' through a castle That's a bag on your head, tell the opps to start a raffle I'll point the flash at him, and even he won't grab an apple He ain't make the right decision when he heard that thing rattle They say Kim'll fuck, go hit her with no jimmy, I ain't evil though The truth is, I don't stoop down to a level if it's down below I'm gettin' rich, but I still keep a rod, he got expensive poles And I'm on beat ridin' the Metrorail, I call it metronome (Dreidel man, water) When you go up, they try to shoot you (ayy) You got money, you got clout, they salute you Booty-shakin' opps in a tutu I upped it on him, he got quick feet, I left a mark, Suciu I'm at the Planet Fitness, feel like Rick Ross, shoutout to all the pear Might be smoke, I told him, "Sit on it," his ass broke the chair They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, but I don't care They was sarcastic, told me to break a leg, Kevin Ware Bad bitches eatin' seafood, I bought the calamari Hop up in the 'yo, I'm in the booth, I had to call Amari Tomfoolery, don't throw a penny, you'll be extremely sorry He did a drive-by? His ass lyin', Country Safari

Pop out on opp by suprise you would think he turing pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh Pop out on opp by suprise you would think he turing pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh That boy a kappa flying delta I fly private wit dat fye They searching around for fools gold trying to take what's mine Too much built-up tar, but not from Xans I'm holding onto the vine I'm starting to fray i asked em how to save a life they told me rhyme This ain't mumble rap I was stepping on shit until I popped like bubble wrap I'm on route, disguised with a handgun in my bucket hat If IG stand for instant gratification fuck a double tap Cause I don't fuck with that Anti-ask people if you say something they say the opposite Broke out my shell I had to go pacific like a nautilus Checking all my foes right off the board cause that shits not a list I was at the halfway house I'm about to go cop a crib in Nautilus They kicked me out of every job, but now I'm worth a nautilus patek I'm playing Mancala fact, checkers, sticking out their chest They let the dreidel in the industry, but I ain't skipping steps Out the window playing the trumpet I put Republicans in check Pop out on opp by surprise you would think he turning pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh Pop out on opp by surprise you would think he turning pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh Fuck it take me off the roster Banana clip could turn a enemy to bananas foster They used to try me at the locker now I keep a chopper Opps grinding like they Kyle flip heels they need a walker Wadddlllttt I took his girl now he got nobu Now that's Malibu Me and mo were leaving prints around Atlantic Avenue Pockets tweaking rolled ankle, but my pants, black and blue Acquired taste, and also come from the nose, so what that pallet do BLP unthinkable. I make the chairman take a seat. Evolute within for transformation I might wake the beast Wadddlllttt Extended clip hanging out my dungarees They booed at me, well I'm stepping on the pests but now they Hungary They say Jit done made his way up out the field like a fallow Florida man I'm getting goosebumps smell the tornado Wayne Gretzky swing the stick street hockey but I don't play doe Pull up to the intersection looking crazy Ben kadow Pop out on opp by surprise you would think he turning pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh Pop out on opp by surprise you would think he turning pro Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh

Ayy, Kosher, you know how to play tennis? I don't know how to play, but we can go back to back Alright, this time ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Water, they let the dreidel in They let me fly to Cali, Tron, where you at? Shit, I'm pullin' up to the court right now Long live $cams Water, ayy They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock Florida to the Mitten, SBDSM X BLP You a burger with some ham minus cheese, you a BLT Tables, ladders, chairs, it get extreme, we creep like TLC You gon' catch some legal bullets, boy, I got a CLP Oops, I mean CPL, my driver got a CDL Why this bitch be preachin' like she real, but got a BBL? If I ever fell off, it was on a trampoline How I walk out with it on, you would've thought it's fashion week Off Runtz, defying gravity, the Wraith look like a galaxy My shooter throw his hoodie on and score, Carmelo Anthony Was in school, I had that bag on me with more pape' than the faculty Boy, you grown without a strategy, that's really just a tragedy Rolled a seven in the Jungo leaf, that's max capacity They left me in the jungle in the rain, ain't have a canopy Jugg Messiah, I'm your majesty or that shit blasphemy And free the legend 80s, I can't lie, look up "Veracity" Dreidel Gang and the ShittyBoyz, I call it "Mazel Tron" Feeling like Kareem, I'm throwing hooks with Carti' goggles on I let this chopper chow down, the same diet as Donkey Kong Rap the golden ticket, I ain't see a Willy Wonka bar They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock Lunch lady leftovers, he shittin' on his haters Flip an opp, no Yoshi Tanenbaum, Glock came with a laser Two-two then I Tommy Wright the third, tell 'em, "Meet your maker" Pulling capers, I was at La Quinta, I just left The Breakers They thought I was a con, made it out the sewer, I'm a connoisseur Me and BabyTron just hit the city, feel like Zeke and Luther Touch down with the Dog Shit Militia, smoking cow manure Opp kebab, I introduce the stick and put them on a skewer Mentioning my damn dogs, they won't make it far Find 'em all and fuck 'em over like a bad A&R Make 'em jump, Van Halen, we could rock out, no guitar Let that iron duel like the Renaissance, who tryna spar? I'm getting rich, them boys non-rich Opp 'gar, that's a lick, taste like naan bread This thirty clip common denominator, solvable They want beef, but that's beyond me, this shit impossible, water, ayy This jit be totin' sticks and drums, but he don't do percussion Fuck a doppelganger, I'm the one who really do the stunting Kill a clown, I put it in the yoke, come grab an Egg McMuffin I can turn the car into a UFO just pressing buttons They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock That bitch felt like Wimbledon, fuck around and broke a lil' sweat Man, what? I'm finna go break the money counter Don't break your legs slipping behind this drip