Yodah Benji's - Air it out (feat. JB Roy)

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whooooooooooa woah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
When a nigga hit rock bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself
Yodah Benji's that's the name reminding me to get this wealth
A nigga moved up out the hood but everywhere I go I'm repping
Ain't never been no bitch but I'ma keep a big weapon
Big big Smith and Wesson
Big big Smith and Wesson
Nigga run up on me I'll teach a fucc boy a lesson
Stop worrying bout the next nigga
And gone get yo pockets right
If you can't buy it twice Then lil nigga you ain't got it right
Stop flexing for the bitches like you niggas really bout it
Cuz if they catch yo ass without it gun smoke gone leave it cloudy
I had to tighten up my camp can't have no lazy shit around me
I don't fucc with being broke or sitting down up in the county
If you ain't tryna help me win nigga stay the fucc from round me
Cuz I'm tryna kill that shit like it's a mothafuccing bounty
All that hating that you doing is looking bad and you should stop it nigga
Get up ass and hit the field like Tyler Lockett nigga
I don't fucc with twelve but this pack I'm finna cop it
Yodah Benji's that's the mindset bitch I'm all about a profit
Tryna go to war with us is like declaring kamikaze
Caught em in the telly and beat his ass in the lobby
I Ain't talking bout no TV but this ghost here is a Tommy
Yodah hopped up on the beat and beat it up Muhammad Ali
When a nigga hit rock bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself
Yodah Benji's that's the name reminding me to get this wealth
A nigga moved up out the hood but everywhere I go I'm repping
Ain't never been no bitch but I'ma keep a big weapon
Big big Smith and Wesson
Big big Smith and Wesson
Nigga run up on me I'll teach a fucc boy a lesson
I'll air this bitch out like I'm a eagles fan
Hit his chest make a nigga never breathe again
Fuck around and find out that's how the story end
Or you can take the safer route is what I recommend
Product of the boot no wonder how I'm so seasoned
Step behind tha team don't have to give us a reason
Always handle business first need black and white for agreements
Opportunist at a high only fuck with you for convenience
Kill Roy on the tracks like the reaper I got that death flow
Married to this game I ain't leaving
Welcome to death row
Third and Honcho moving the shipments we go the best smoke
Overkill the pussy call it it death stroke
Pussy rappers best know I flip the script is game over
All in your stereo the main closer
I'm the King you be the joker
Dismantle all of the fuckery
Lyricist of this time bring army to try and fuck with me huh
Ain't touching me
When a nigga hit rock bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself
Yodah Benji's that's the name reminding me to get this wealth
A nigga moved up out the hood but everywhere I go I'm repping
Ain't never been no bitch but I'ma keep a big weapon
Big big Smith and Wesson
Big big Smith and Wesson
Nigga run up on me I'll teach a fucc boy a lesson

Written by:
Chris Jones Jr, Joshua Burton

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