AirForce

(I was on the roads, tryna double up home now)

(I wanna see my P's just triple)

(Had to run a boy down in my AirForce, pissed)

('Cause now they got a crease in the middle)

(Are you sure this corn will fit this wap?)

(Bro, bro, these teeth ain't little)

(See a hottie with the biggest back, B, I'm not sure if them jeans fit you)

I was on the roads, tryna double up home now

I wanna see my P's just triple

Had to run a boy down in my AirForce, pissed

'Cause now they got a crease in the middle

Are you sure this corn will fit this wap

Bro bro, these teeth ain't little

See a hottie with the biggest back, B, I'm not sure if them jeans fit you

Excuse me miss, where you from? My name's Digs, ask what I'm on

I just got back from a stretch, they didn't miss me when I was gone

Now I'm tryna not miss these sales, I get pissed when the ringtone stops

What you know about sittin' in jail?

And you feel like the pillow's givin' you spots

Whoever said that is liable, are liars

White circle, black car tires

Back of high fences and barbed wires

My shank, sharp like a guillotine

Long like a limousine, knife work cray, cray

Rude boy, I do you up differently

Hood on my head past twelve

Now they can't see his face too visually

See the green and red on my belts

So you know they came from Italy

Sun's out, AirForce One's out, had to run a boy over the grass

They stay on their marks, get set go, and just blow so fast

She's like Coca Cola, golden, can't you see her glow from afar?

This slate got me up late

Puttin' it all into stones of dark

Just bring it up front like Rooney, S move like Diego Costa

Told her my life's like a movie, you ain't gotta go cinema

I can't bring home these groupies, plus her boyfriend knows who we are

Said he's on me, you're kiddin'

You don't wanna end up on the hit list

S got his rambo's twinnin', steppin' with mine so we're callin' them triplets

And everything I dig these days, just wanna know Dig Dat's business

Let me chop and weigh this O

Got bisaad ordering bundles not one tick, better pay as you go

This buje just runs black liquid, stick handle wood, it's vintage

And I don't wanna pick up the food

Where it might sound rude if he don't give pictures

My phone just came encrypted

Want me in a case but it just got lifted

Hit a three on two times two

That's ten, man, servin' 'em one by one

Hope out them four-by-fours on three-man, got two, one try run

I was on the roads, tryna double up home now

I wanna see my P's just triple

Had to run a boy down in my AirForce, pissed

'Cause now they got a crease in the middle

Who of your head turn cheerio

Ball on my face like Ray Mysterio

This Bally's on inside out, outside in my AJ, I'm sporty

See bro with his day date 40, still gettin' cash get paid, they call me

Big guns like AK40's

Get the white out, no ticks, bad B why your eyebrows so thick?

Flip one my favorite tool

You ain't gettin' that back, gotta leave it all in him

Just squeeze one hand in my glove, XL

But the index still won't fit in

Baby girl, shake it well, let me see you do more Quentin

Tryna make them do more sprintin'

Some a long way from sittin' in my cell

That was twenty-three bang up on Sunday

Got a warhead zoobie cookies, so why would I do it up front ways?

You got a man and you're saying these things, bro

I don't think she cares

Come link me, I still have my thingy

You can't say I weren't prepared

In my blue D or D squared

Like these slim fits low, I don't know about flares

Just squeeze both sides of the pot like when it goes

Pop you can smell all these flavors

Love chip in my box, not a lot

This am made a lot like quavers

Skid, skur, laters, leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous

90's baby, lighties hate me, still take a next man's boo

I just came to the thing, we're naked

Now I got a pellet, let's step back through