That Mexican OT – In The Air Lyrics

In The Air Lyrics (feat. Hogg Booma)

Yeah, un-huh, un-huh
Yeah, un-huh, un-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them n***
This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Turn me up
This that stand up in the kitchen water whipping with ya wrist
Hold yo’ hood in the air while you fuckin’ on that bitch
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

This that turn yo scale on
Okay
Get yo’ packs gone
You don’t need no backbone when you got them racks long
Yeah, they said I was weak, well tell ’em, bitch, I’m back strong
I was gone for a minute, tell ’em, bitch, I’m back home
All that crying n*** doing think a baby in this bitch
All these guns around a n** like the navy in this bitch
I be giving so much game, they should pay me for this shit
I be keeping shit so real and they hate me for this shit
I think the money kinds broke, dawg, the money got stuck
And yeah, she cute and all that, but bitch, the money make me fuck
And I was broke then a bitch, I went and got my money up
These hoes be thinking they all that because they got they tummy tuck

This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them n***
This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Turn me up
This that stand up in the kitchen water whipping with ya wrist
Hold yo’ hood in the air while you fuckin’ on that bitch
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s Mr. Boomer, we aim at medullas
Send them bullets through you, set ’em up, send the bitch to him
She get the neck and do ’em, then we poppin’ out with them thukers, hahahaha
Get on the floor, I need me the mula and I need the doe
Take a trip through the hood, then I come back for more
It ain’t nothing personal, you know how it go

Un-huh, un-huh, I’m off the coke
I hit a twenty sack, now I need some more
Cocaine lookin’ like it’s a fish in the bowl, I’ma mix it powder up and ready mow
I’ma run ’em over with a lawnmower, choppa got titties but act like a tomboy
I’m a hot boy, you is not, boy, better chill out ‘fore I shoot like BlocBoy
We got a whole lot of MACs, yeah
And a whole lot of racks, yeah
We got a whole lot of packs, yeah
And a whole lot of gats, yeah
What’s your name? What’s your sign? Zodiac killa
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter, let’s do it

This that never gave a fuck, run it up on them n***
This that get it out the mud, stack them dubs, six figures
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Turn me up
This that stand up in the kitchen water whipping with ya wrist
Hold yo’ hood in the air while you fuckin’ on that bitch
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
This that ha ha ha ha ha ha ha