Air Force One [AF1]

(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This Mike Laury, Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound) yeah,  yeah,  gang, yeah
38 Baby,  nigga, you know
I ain’t never foldin', yeah, huh
You know how we livin'
I ain’t playin' with no nigga
I don’t fuck with niggas
Period,  yeah, look, uh

Look like he want it
These niggas be trippin'
You know that I’m with it, I split his shit
Bitch, I up with the Glock
And I’m lettin' off shots
I know these niggas ain’t cut like this
I’m straight out the Nawf and
I swear I want smoke
With any nigga or his fuckin' clique
38 Baby, we runnin' shit, NBA gang
We punish shit oh, gang, bang, woah
Oh, fuck ass nigga, yeah
You don’t like me? Then kill me
Uh, hop out the Benz, uh
Whole lotta racks in my pocket, yeah
Extended clip like a socket, woo
You know if I want it, I cop it, yeah
Fuck the police, we ain’t stoppin'
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, gon' pop 'em (Pa)
Steady be sellin' narcotics
Over the stove I whip it and lock it
I know these niggas ain’t real
When it go down, Montana be chill
Thinkin’ if one of these lil’ niggas touch me
Lay in my grave like "Damn, it’s real"
Steady be thankin’ the Lord that I’m here
Bank account finna be over three mill’
You know that I’m thuggin'
I’m feelin' like "Fuck it"
I up it then bar up the steel, bang
NBA x YSL be the gang
No coat on up in the rain
Steady be trappin', we movin' them things
Over fifty grand up in the Range
Don’t fuck with these niggas
Fuck what they claim
Play with me? Swear, I’ma buss 'em
Fuck nigga better stay in yo' lane
You see me, you know that I’m clutchin'
(yeah)
Up with the Glock and I split his shit
Droppin' that bag, I send a hit
They all gon' fall when that cutta hit
I’m holdin' that money like Rich The Kid
I don’t know her, diamonds all up in my teeth
Pray to God 'fore I sleep, got
The devil in my dreams, yeah
Got the devil in my dreams, yeah
Air Force One on my feet, yeah
Air Force One on my feet
Forty Glock up on my se- woo, grrh