In The Air

[Verse 1] Heard the streets is talking to them bitches I'm listening Y'all gon' make me whip a quarter mil up wit my wrist and shit Shawty Redd got the beat banging Snow back on his Snow shit And the way I feel nigga I might just call up my old bitch Lexus coupe, bubble eye, I was paying 24 Transaction at the car wash 'cross from the store That was off of Candler Road, dirty south, DeKalb mall Back when me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball About the time I bought the coupe just to hang up out the roof Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I duck and block that boy the truth Then I picked that Bentley up 'cause lately I ain't give a fuck Snow pursue that rapping shit, your name is hot, you blowing up Nigga Puff hit me up, a young nigga signed to Bad Boy Met the judge and had a bag back then, call me the bag boy They was in them Breitlings but your boy was in that Rollie Who else gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle [Hook] If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air All my real bitches, three fingers in the air Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air [Verse 2] Bitch I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers Had the rental so long I had to buy a set of tires Got popped in jack town was a little off the rap My nigga Boo Rossini had to come and bail me out What if they find two mil? Bitch y'all know that that was 3 Riding green Murcielago, y'all know that that was me I done had so many Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out I'ma have to buy a Cutlass I done already had See I wore my Jacob to my first meeting with Def Jam Walked in and told LA Reid "you see it" Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm 2Pacing They never found my prints on the rocks, I'm tube sockin' [Hook] If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air All my real bitches, three fingers in the air Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air