A¡R Lyrics

Got a 50 round drum, no it ain't a fair fight

Better move (moo)

Nigga run

This shit ain't a fairlife

If he heard the first shot, I bet he never hear it twice

When the vibes in the spot, you know I'm in it airnight

Every (air) time

Pull up with the move, I got it figured out

I done lost a lil weight my pockets getting bigger now

Niggas lost it with the Drac n got to flippin airthing

They can't even come outside, they hadda switch to airplanes

Barely even like the talking, we just like to air things

And them bullets hit em hard, bitch weon play with airsoft

Niggas never listen, now we bout to take his ears off

Tried to get him outta here and sprayed him with some aerosol

Got to keep dis shit low

Stack and get these grams off

Niggas posting on the gram, dat typa shit the feds love

And ya man's a undercover, y'all be flipping fed drugs

Needa shorde with her own, ain't fucking with no bed bugs

Ian pop a Perc 10 but I gave em 10 slugs

If he foul me on the play I hit em with a And-1

Put 11 on his head, make a wish and play slow

This a players club nigga, what the fuck you here for?

I gotta 50 round drum, no it ain't a fair fight

Better move (moo)

Nigga run, this shit ain't a fairlife

If he heard the first shot, I bet he never hear it twice

When the vibes in the spot, you know I'm in it every night

Every time

Pulled up with the move, I got it figured out

And I done lost a little weight my pockets gettin bigger now

Them niggas lost it with the Drac n got to flipping everything

They can't even come outside, they hadda switch to airplanes

(Sh)

Don't say it

(Sh)

Keep it on the low

(Sh)

Don't play it

(Sh)

We been on go

(Sh)

Don't say it

(Sh)

Keep it on the low

(Sh)

Don't play it

(Sh)

We been on go