Air It Out - Roney

Ain't that dj chose over there? Ooh, that's a hardbody beat Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news How that glock go? (Baow) How that draco? Youngin' take souls (Yeah) Get that case closed Get it done, fuck me though Get the drop, I say go Steeze on him, got a cold If he tend to fuck 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 Bitch gon' fuck 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 Fuck 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 Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news I ain't runnin' from him, no way He own the glock but that bitch ain't got no jump Run up on opp, pussy nigga get closer These hoes gon' fuck on all of us 'cause we got it I got like five racks inside my pocket Fuck on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas You nigga 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 bitch squirt with it, extended mags These niggas ain't really at, better get you that My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad They from Trinidad I'm tryna get that Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

I hear what you're sayin' though your lips remain closed But how do I reason with the words that don't come out? Your eyes, your touch, your breath Reveal the pain that you try to fight But I know that you, just like I, can take no more What if our love is running out of air tonight And silence is the warning sound? And what if our heart can drown in tears I've cried? Are we running out of air tonight 'cause we were too afraid to fight? And what if I saved your heart by saying goodbye? You know what I'm made of, I'm not the leaving kind But how could I justify watching you break down? Your eyes, your touch, your breath Reveal the pain that you try to fight But I know that you, just like I, can take no more What if our love is running out of air tonight And silence is the warning sound? And what if our heart can drown in tears I've cried? Are we running out of air tonight 'cause we were too afraid to fight? And what if I saved your heart by saying goodbye? Your eyes, your touch, your breath Reveal the pain that you try to fight But I know that you, just like I, can take no more What if our love is running out of air tonight And silence is the warning sound? And what if our heart can drown in tears I've cried? Are we running out of air tonight 'cause we were too afraid to fight? And what if I saved your heart by saying goodbye? What if I saved your heart by saying goodbye? What if I saved your heart by saying goodbye?

(I want you all the time, I want you all the time) (I don't wanna fight, stay for the night, I want you right) I don't want you once, don't want you twice, I want you all the time Don't wanna fight, cut off the lights, girl let our bodies grind If police they ask she gonna cap, make up an alibi I woke up the game, they slept on my name like it's a lullaby (oh, yeah) I don't want you once, I don't want you twice, I want you all the time I don't wanna fight, cut off the lights, girl let our bodies grind If police they ask she gonna cap, make up an alibi I woke up the game, they slept on my name like it's a lullaby They slept on my name, I'm coming for pain I know the whole game, they know that I got it She know that I got it and she keep a rocket She call me papi, I taught her to pop it Give her the birdie go tell her lock it Count up the money and separate the profit Clean up the weapon and make sure it's polished If you keep a promise just please keep it honest My nigga crip he rep' for the blue He run for the bands he look like he Sonic Your homie a snitch, came from the block, talk to the cops We thought he was solid Fill him with red Leave him to dead Put bullets in heads Like people do knowledge She giving me head while driving a Benz I drove in a fence and she didn't stop it My baby she bad, Fendi the bag Gucci the scarf and Louis the hat Licensed the strap, license to kill Just bet that she will, you better relax I don't want you once, I don't want you twice I don't want it slow, I want it fast I'm beating his wife, he rollin' the dice Her pussy swinging like it is a bat I don't want you once, I don't want you twice, I want you all the time (all the time) Don't wanna fight, cut off the lights, girl let our bodies grind If police they ask she gonna cap, make up an alibi (alibi) I woke up the game, they slept on my name like it's a lullaby (oh, yeah) I don't want you once, I don't want you twice, I want you all the time I don't wanna fight, cut off the lights, girl let our bodies grind If police they ask she gonna cap, make up an alibi I woke up the game, they slept on my name like it's a lullaby oh yeah

Goonies we don't dance we dont tussle I just put a hundred bands in the duffle I got shorty on my ass she want cuddle Tell her baby no I'm to loyal Woah, she say roney u move like james bond Sophisticated hammer in my palm I tell her baby this life ain't no fun She say she wanna ride handle guns Im like baby go want u gone I got lots of options u ain't one She just want me cause i got a gun Tell her baby this life ain't no fun Since she knew i just want a lambo She was tryna get a taste get a sample Im like baby shut the fuck up get the ammo She say roney why u moving like u rambo Goonies we don't dance we dont tussle I just put a hundred bands in the duffle I got shorty on my ass she want cuddle Tell her baby no I'm to loyal We just hit a stain on his block so He on live talking hot like he a cop ohh Why he tryna get close get shot for? We gona run a nigga down like a fatso Theres some bands go get it My ops so broke they don't got no credit That girl she love math so i make her count my digits She just wanna have fun wanna ride with a menace She think life a movie she think everything is so good She just thinks it groovy she wanna role in my hood Im like baby cool it see these ops man they so shook They ain't shooting straight and u to pretty to get gone ohhh Balling on em she think that I'm micheal She wan hop on only fans be a Skype hoe Im like baby girl please wipe down this rifle She keep tell me she about that life so She say roney why u moving like u god I said dont call me that I'm james bond Sophisticated 380 in palm Run a nigga down get em gone Woah, she say roney u move like james bond Sophisticated hammer in my palm I tell her baby this life ain't no fun She say she wanna ride handle guns Im like baby go want u gone I got lots of options u ain't one She just want me cause i got a gun Tell her baby this life ain't no fun

Uh, little nigga don't go there Uh, you don't wanna go there, steve kroeger Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there Nigga better keep your pole near, uh Big gun that's hot like the solar Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there Boy you don't wanna go there Man, he come to my block it's a dead end They like Roney why you got so much dead friends 'Cause my end so scary, boy you don't wanna go there Yeah, my end so scary, in the trap full of snow got me feeling like a polar bear So I keep my toast near, gotta keep my toast near 12 stop me, in armani, gang with me, like the army Two fifties, one forty, turn 'em ghost with the tommy Got power in my ends, that's power in the Benz, boy you don't wanna go there Put powder in the blend so the spoon Don't bend, let it lock like Ras' hair Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there Nigga better keep your pole near, uh Big gun that's hot like the solar Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there Boy you don't wanna go there I gotta keep a big gun 'cause niggas tend to watch me Gossip with the posse, cops just lost me Kill a nigga not sorry, homeboy got bodied Talkin' 'bout this one, he ain't talkin' 'bout this one No you don't wanna go there Only God that I fear, my bullets take out bears My niggas locked in the system They can feel the love from a distance 473, I'm committed, ten x to the flames we with it M-a got life for a sentence Vanish for some life in detention If you try and diss me they I'm steppin' Parma court, wakunda what we reppin' Niggas know, don't go there Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there (strapped) Nigga better keep your pole near (bap) Big gun that's hot like the solar (hot) Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there (go there) No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there (pole there) Boy you don't wanna go there

Uh (Steve Kroeger on the beat) no slime gang We the live gang It's Rondawg Yeah, let's get it man Was on parole, had to wait 'til my day come (was on parole) Nine to five, put in work no paystub (put in work?) He wanted beef but the sauce, man, it's A1 (it's A1) Run for his burner then shoot him wit' the same gun No slime gang (gang) we the live gang (gang) Swing by like Tarzan (Tarzan) We put a nine in (in) Money piling (money piling) Make me look like a giant (giant) Uh, and I heard he want me dead We coming with an army, we ain't coming with the feds (with an army) Whipped crack in the basement to pay the rent (to pay the rent) Got niggas who ain't make it, they in the pen We gon' whip fast This the type of dope to give him whiplash (whip) Came up off the stove with a big bag (big bag) You the type of nigga to call dispatch We don't fist fight, that's a mismatch And I heard he on the dope again (again) He cope with meds, type to go tell on his colder friends (he a rat) Don't tell me no lies (no) You weren't in the kitchen, you were selling no pies (you wasn't selling) He went to class like a regular guy (a regular) I did math with the four and the five (the forty fifth) I pay a shooter, get that nigga for the low (bah) I ain't talking birds when I'm shooting at his cro (get him) Who's telling me somethin'? (Who?) And that coke like flour, watch me whip up a dumpling (and watch me whip) We gon' make him cry like he peeling an onion (cry) Send him to the sky, we didn't settle for nothing We gon' whip fast This the type of dope to give him whiplash (yuh) Came up off the stove with a big bag (uh, uh) You the type of nigga to call dispatch (let's get it) We don't fist fight, that's a mismatch Hundreds in the safe (safe) Touch your bullets, jumping like a bunny in a race (in a race) Please don't let me smoke you, smoke you (smoke you) I got killers all around turn you tofu (nigga what?) Sicko did the race (race) 'Til he got shot, now he's locked in the cage (free the dogs) All my niggas in jail I feel it for 'em 'cause I didn't know they going through hell (they going through it) They used to hate spitting bars, bar-to-bars in the cell (I hate it) And my celly was a demon, he a product of hell C.O's hear a scream, no one coming for help (nah) Ain't shower in two weeks they're enjoying the smell (they love it) I get flashbacks When I locked down, had to pack packs (packs) Now I'm getting money and them fat racks And I don't want to sell dope again (nah) To buy a Benz, I feel sorry for my olderheads (ha-ha) We gon' whip fast This the type of dope to give him whiplash (whip, whip) Came up off the stove with a big bag (yuh) You the type of nigga to call dispatch (yuh, uh) We don't fist fight, that's a mismatch (match, match)