Air It Out (feat. DJ Kidd Beats)

Ice ice, ice ice If you talkin' packs I'm talkin' price, price I got china white I got that rice, rice Task force on us That's the vice, vice Jack still bugged I got lice, lice If you want war, we can air it out Kick in the door at your parents house He said he quick with the right arm He gettin' hit when its nighttime Pull up and see if the lights on Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb If you selling methods Don't send me a message I don't gotta scam Got plugs like a Tesla If you running cards You ain't got connections You thinkin' you hard I'm makin' corrections You sittin' on Ps You know Ima get em I wait til you leave Come in and collect em I'm outside your crib I got my binoculars My homies gon sit And watch for the officers Yeah, I knew a dyke bitch Thought she was a hitter And she made a nice lick We robbed her and split it I run through a ten pack That's a whole lotta onions I love when she bend back Put the pole in her stomach Drop me your location I want smoke like Haitians Fuck a conversation Name the time and place then Turn you into Keisha Roll you up in papers Baggin' up Alicia Makin' bread like bakers Ice ice, ice ice If you talkin' packs I'm talkin' price, price I got china white I got that rice, rice Task force on us That's the vice, vice Jack still bugged I got lice, lice If you want war, we can air it out Kick in the door at your parents house He said he quick with the right arm He gettin' hit when its nighttime Pull up and see if the lights on Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb Beat the pack out, I might catch me a domestic You get tracked down, they gon have to call forensics Fuck a crackdown, I'm still trappin' out the condo My bitch bad, look like a model, twenty bands in her Wells Fargo Look Order weight today, it come tomorrow Always gotta pay for what you borrow Flippin' pies and I can serve you like Sbarro I bring work in by the carload I ain't nothin' like Jack Harlow Used to bag exotics, now I bag exotics I don't do no loans, I'm takin' cash deposits Whole lotta bands in this DG backpack Yeah I got pounds, no hashtags Yeah I got loud, full trash bags Wringin' out cash, no dishrag You a narc, go call up dispatch Start with me, get dispatched Car too fast, get whiplash Birds get baths like splish splash Heard they on my ass cuz I break slabs like Kit Kats Started pumpin' gas now my designer mismatch Ice ice, ice ice If you talkin' packs I'm talkin price, price I got china white I got that rice, rice Task force on us That's the vice, vice Jack still bugged I got lice, lice If you want war, we can air it out Kick in the door at your parents house He said he quick with the right arm He gettin' hit when its nighttime Pull up and see if the lights on Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb