BLACK AIR FORCES

They shoot at your bitch Just to get a lil piece Rough on the streets Got me soft in the sheets A couple of bricks Got me hitting some licks I gotta run up the cheese I chase up the bag The bag gonna pay all my fees Y'all try to fuck me up But you can't hang on my tee This ain't no tea time We out at midnight Make that shit right This is a fist fight Ain't nobody running on a fight With a stick Gotta raise up the blick In all black With no bitch Hit them rough Got the motherfucking money to stick at I ran like a boss Every good bag With a wrist on froze Better get racks Same kicks like those Is you a capper No race had to stop You a bitch, you a snitch You fake, you a snake Got a glock and we stepping We gotta ball Dinero, this fucking bitches they call it Burning the state Run outta money To raise it like raza They giving no zaza on Friday No friends outta state But we keep running butter Yeah Leaving the racks on the stove Living them black forces out Give them blocks to my bro Now he got both We on control Outta control We just want more They shoot at your bitch Just to get a lil piece Rough on the streets Got me soft in the sheets A couple of bricks Got me hitting some licks Gotta Run up the cheese I chase up the bag The bag gonna pay all my fees I feel like vudu in this bitch You try to control me but You just been fooling and shit I'm boutta solve all this shit Brr, Brr Big Brr Let's go Y'all try to fuck me up But you can't hang on my tee