Air Max I 20 Eura (feat. Ikac) - One Shot

D-d-don't you dare, don't do it How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes These hoes jumpin' dick to dick But you can't even trip You know they gon' choose This is a dirty stick But I still carry it with nothin' to lose I still know a couple niggas that I knew back in school They missin' some screws They'll really run up on niggas For a couple of hundred, a couple of blues So whenever it's drama time Me and all of mine, gon' be uppin' the tools Bitch we TTG Trained to go, ready for war, you ready to lose How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck do you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes

Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Drop the anchor make it stop, edible digital clocks Infinity figure eight, figure out what you're not Junk-an a po, cut your loss, come to cut your corners off You're the rock and I'm the paper, you're the scissors, I'm the rock Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Feel this storm go through my sail, follow someone else's trail Camera A, Camera B, in your home, on your TV Look me up, look in my eyes, dilate, do I surprise you? Watch me blush, blink, sink, trust in me so you don't have to think Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Can you even feel what's real? With such a shallow depth of field Kill the engine, stop the car, cut the lights and there you are Stars so small, you're the king of them all Stand tall, rack focus, now you crawl back broken Now the stars so vast, heat, wind, storm, break my mast Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Feel this storm go through my sail Follow someone else's trail Can you even feel what's real? With such a shallow depth of field Shot reverse shot Drop the anchor, make it stop, make the moment, kill the clock Infinity figure eight, figure out what you're not Junk-an a po, cut your loss, come to cut your corners off You're the rock and I'm the paper, you're the scissors, I'm the rock Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Shot reverse shot Look what the other got