Air Holes

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) Let's go She wanna fuck me, she brought her lil' buddy Niggas talk shit and this bitch will get ugly I'm poppin' out with the Draco Bad bitch with me, I think she from Clayco Jroc and Demon, they with me They gon' let it blow if I say so I'm not from Mexico, but I got pesos Off the top, go get the bread and then lay low Stick in the back, and the barrel got air holes Let's go, shooters like soldiers, they hop out in camo FN57 and 105 ammo This shit is serious, no smile in the bando Trappin' in Jordan's, I'm rockin' the Gamma's Mexican plug look like Carlos Santana Tatted BC on my arm, that shit branded Sippin' on Quake and they sippin' on Brandy Left out the office and went to the apartments Lil' maama bad as hell, love when she arch it I'm doing push-ups and pull-ups inside of my free time We used to have racks, now it's checks on the decline Defensive coordinator, I send the D line All-black 'Cat, I be whippin' a feline Lowkey today, I'ma scam in a Nissan Lookin' like Meech with the brick in a Youkan, yeah Picked up the phone like, "How many you buying?" Hung up on shawty, he wasting my time Pulled up on shawty, goddamn if she fine I'm goin' hard, I'm just reachin' my prime Feds in my growing Columbia dry Junie just dropped, so I'm slappin' a five Can't do a show without taking my fire Let's go She wanna fuck me, she brought her lil' buddy Niggas talk shit and this bitch will get ugly I'm poppin' out with the Draco Bad bitch with me, I think she from Clayco Jroc and Demon, they with me They gon' let it blow if I say so I'm not from Mexico, but I got pesos Off the top, go get the bread and then lay low Stick in the back, and the barrel got air holes