In The Air (feat. Hogg Booma)

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them niggas This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (turn me up) This that stand up in the kitchen, water whippin' with your wrist Hold your hood in the air while you fuckin' on that bitch This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This that turn your scale on (okay), get your packs gone (phew) You don't need no backbone when you got them racks long Yeah, they said that I was weak, well, tell 'em, "Bitch, I'm back strong" I was gone for a minute, tell 'em, "Bitch, I'm back home" All that cryin' niggas doin', think a baby in this bitch All these guns 'round a nigga like the Navy in this bitch I be givin' so much game, they should pay me for this shit I be keepin' shit so real and they hate me for this shit I think the money counter broke, dog, the money got stuck And, yeah, she cute and all that, but, bitch, the money make me fuck And I was broke than a bitch, I went and got my money up These hoes think they all that because they got they tummy tuck This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them niggas This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (turn me up) This that stand up in the kitchen, water whippin' with your wrist Hold your hood in the air while you fuckin' on that bitch This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's Mr. Booma, we aim at medullas, send them bullets through you Set him up, send the bitch to him, she get the neck and then do 'em Then we poppin' out with them thukers (haha, haha) Get on the floor, I need me the mula and I need the dough Take a trip through the hood, then I come back for more It ain't nothin' personal, you know how it go Un-huh, uh-huh, I'm off the coke I hit a 20 sack, now I need some more Cocaine lookin' like it's a fish in the bowl I'ma mix the powder up and ready to mow I'ma run 'em over with a lawnmower Chopper got titties, but act like a tomboy I'm a hot boy, you is not, boy Better chill out 'fore I shoot like BlocBoy, fah, fah, fah We got a whole lot of MACs, yeah, and a whole lot of racks, yeah We got a whole lot of packs, yeah, and a whole lot of GATs, yeah What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter, let's get it This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them niggas This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (turn me up) This that stand up in the kitchen, water whippin' with your wrist Hold your hood in the air while you fuckin' on that bitch This that ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha This the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha