Air Force 1s Lyrics

Got a bad bitch, and we're gettin' faded

Pull out the laces, Air Force ones

Kick off my shoes when she flips her tongue

Gettin' head on a bunk bed, I'm so sprung

I call it high top, hers low cut

Her bust hangin' out like a victim's guts

We're fuckin' filthy, let's clean up

First I gotta get mine, let me cum

My Air Force 1s

Man, they crisp as fuck

I got that white strap on it

And my pistol tucked

If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up

B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk

I am a pilot, and I be fly in

The skies just like when

I'm droppin' bombs from a plane up high

This a dog fight, bitch, and I got that bite

What I lack in size, I make up with might

You can knock me down, but I'll get up fine

When I'm on mics, they tend to ignite

It must just be my fuel line

I am going Mach 5

Too quick, I'm a nuisance

Got the booth lit

Truth spit

Droppin' deuces on these "cool" kids

Tried to bite my style, got they tooth chipped

Motherfuckers soft as fuck like cool whip

Who quit? You did

Got the beat on blast, Half Note just boosted

Boom bap rap is back

No more fuckin' wack

Shit, if you bring that

You will get back-hand smacked

By both of my palms with money stacks

I'll blast you to the past

In fact, let's flashback to the time KRS-One attacked

Don't skip class, philosophy raps

My Air Force ones

Man, they crisp as fuck

I got that white strap on it

And my pistol tucked

If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up

B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk

I'm an airbender, forceful offender

One-time cash spender

I'll lend my hand to the dark empire

You my son if you rep Jedi

The sith are sick as fuck

When the lightning strike, it's best to duck

I'm an avatar of darkness

Death incarnate

Rip apart this

Fuckin' harmless bitch who starts shit

Leave him armless

Shit on Marcus

Piss on carcass, leave it tarnished

Say I'm heartless, lack catharsis

Claim I suck, I'll win regardless

I'm a Martian

Earth's my target, bitch

Kick up dust, the dirt is mine

Spit fire on a verse from the very first line

Drip drop when I rip shop

This is tip-top hip-hop shit

Don't trip on your flip-flops or

Slip on piss with Timbs on

(Nah)

Call me Aang 'cause I do my thang

I do not hang with cocaine slangers

I make bangers, Kurt Cobain

I am J 'cause that's the name

With the R3, am insane

I'm off the chain just like Great Danes

You think I'm playin', David Blaine

Acid rain is what I spray

Live and direct from the brain

Wack's exactly what I ain't

My Air Force ones

Man, they crisp as fuck

I got that white strap on it

And my pistol tucked

If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up

B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk