Lil Bales - Air It Out (feat. DJ Kidd Beats)

Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack still bugged
I got lice, lice
If you want war, we can air it out
Kick in the door at your parents house
He said he quick with the right arm
He gettin' hit when its nighttime
Pull up and see if the lights on
Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb

If you selling methods
Don't send me a message
I don't gotta scam
Got plugs like a Tesla
If you running cards
You ain't got connections
You thinkin' you hard
I'm makin' corrections
You sittin' on Ps
You know Ima get em
I wait til you leave
Come in and collect em
I'm outside your crib
I got my binoculars
My homies gon sit
And watch for the officers
Yeah, I knew a dyke bitch
Thought she was a hitter
And she made a nice lick
We robbed her and split it
I run through a ten pack
That's a whole lotta onions
I love when she bend back
Put the pole in her stomach
Drop me your location
I want smoke like Haitians
Fuck a conversation
Name the time and place then
Turn you into Keisha
Roll you up in papers
Baggin' up Alicia
Makin' bread like bakers

Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack still bugged
I got lice, lice
If you want war, we can air it out
Kick in the door at your parents house
He said he quick with the right arm
He gettin' hit when its nighttime
Pull up and see if the lights on
Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb

Beat the pack out, I might catch me a domestic
You get tracked down, they gon have to call forensics
Fuck a crackdown, I'm still trappin' out the condo
My bitch bad, look like a model, twenty bands in her Wells Fargo
Look
Order weight today, it come tomorrow
Always gotta pay for what you borrow
Flippin' pies and I can serve you like Sbarro
I bring work in by the carload
I ain't nothin' like Jack Harlow
Used to bag exotics, now I bag exotics
I don't do no loans, I'm takin' cash deposits
Whole lotta bands in this DG backpack
Yeah I got pounds, no hashtags
Yeah I got loud, full trash bags
Wringin' out cash, no dishrag
You a narc, go call up dispatch
Start with me, get dispatched
Car too fast, get whiplash
Birds get baths like splish splash
Heard they on my ass cuz I break slabs like Kit Kats
Started pumpin' gas now my designer mismatch

Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack still bugged
I got lice, lice
If you want war, we can air it out
Kick in the door at your parents house
He said he quick with the right arm
He gettin' hit when its nighttime
Pull up and see if the lights on
Blow up his crib with a pipe bomb

Written by:
James McCormack

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