Unreleased archive entry

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