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I got in the air
I got everywhere
This bitch blowing up my
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty walking 'round in their underwear
Bales of that's all I sell
I fuck by the pair
They say he ain't playing
That boy that be as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but
I got in the air
I got pistols
say God don't like hate
I send that boy to hell

Smoking on shit that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and
Sitting at the house and that just turned a party
Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I squash it
Old rapper from the other side of town was so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of shit and gelato
Pouring up giving bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of
Lot of on, no shirt
I've been counting too paper it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the laughing at the haters close the curtains

I got in the air
I got everywhere
bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking in their underwear
Bells of that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
They say he playing fair
boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do but stare
I got in the air
I got everywhere
They say God don't like
I might send that boy to

I just left the bank, I do what you
I drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
Your bitch gave me brain, in the lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope got a good aim
I got on six chains, big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a hundred mill later I'll still be the
All I do is smoke weed, I'm covered up double G's
The same room a hundred P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got in the air
I got money
This bitch up my cell'
her heart and I don't care
I got bitches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I
I fuck by the pair
They say he ain't fair
boy that be fresh as hell
All fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
They say God don't hate
I might send that boy to