Air Em Out (Freaked It)
Juice WRLD
Air Em Out (Freaked It) lyrics
Intro
Hmm
Chorus
Back of the Benz truck where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk you cantduckthat shit
Say hewanna truce nigga fuck that shit
Realniggas real killers we aint for that shit Uh
Got a million dollars than I freaked it Freaked it
Totin real choppas nigga fuck your fist
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it She leaked it
My face wasnt on it nigga fuck that shit
Verse
Red bottoms goin brazy
Countin’ the cash goin brazy
Do the dash goin brazy
Throwin a mask on brazy
Gotta ask Are you crazy
Thinkin you was finna play me
Skrt start the race
Baow shot to the face
Gun shoot blue flames like a video game
If you aint talkin about money I promise to God I aint entertained
Choppa rock you like a show center stage
Grip the tool like a pro no interface
Knew that was your girl went and fucked her anyway
They prolly gon try to kill me any day
Its why I keep some killers with me everyday
FNs MAC10s aint no Glocks ayy
Sendin shots
There he go air him out
Pull off while I count
Man down then we out
Chorus
Back of the Benz truck where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk you cant duck that shit
Say he wanna truce nigga fuck that shit
Real niggas real killers we aint for that shit At all
Got a million dollars than I freaked it Freaked it
Totin real choppas nigga fuck your fist Grra
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it She leaked it
My face wasnt on it nigga fuck that shit Ya dig
Open Verse
Chorus
Back of the Benz truck where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk you cant duck that shit
Say he wanna truce nigga fuck that shit
Real niggas real killers we aint for that shit Uh
Got a million dollars than I freaked it Freaked it
Totin real choppas nigga fuck your fist Grra
Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it She leaked it
My face wasnt on it nigga fuck that shit Ya dig