AF1 Lyrics – RTB MB
Singer: RTB MB
Title: AF1
RTB n#gg#, gang
Air Force 1s, I force a n#gg# in the air with this chopstick
Like I’m Yao Ming, I be ? to hit the block quick
b#tches love me then they hate me, told ’em that they toxic
Talkin’ crazy through computer boxes, get ’em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that’s the top gift
Ask Bron, how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith
Yeah, I’m a doctor to these hoes, told her baby be patient
Seen the lowest of the lowest, so you know I peep hatin’
We got a ?, we ain’t even sharin’ woods, we face it
All them b#tches f#cking for the cheese, they be basic
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Jason with the hoes, the 13th I be shankin’
Got her off the friday the 13th
Put your switches on the Glock, turn this crew neck to a short sleeve
I don’t got time for a b#tch, make a wh#re leave
Bought the whole motherf#ckin’ ? and made the store grief
Big Bs on, yeah I got the shades to match
Said they want me at they show, they gotta pay the racks
She sent me p#ss# videos, she tryna stay attached
Please don’t diss me on the ‘gram, we got Ks for that
You get to dissin’ on the south, n#gg#s pay for that
I pulled up with the fro and the stick, doctor J the strap
The drank in my cup match my fit,?
Why you bother me about b#tches, where the wavers at
Turn a side b#tch to a free agent
I gotta have fun baby, we aging
Caught a opp lackin’ through a party, we raging
Boy that’s your b#tch why my name in her mouth, she tasting
Dick sucking at it’s finest
My n#gg# Melo slime, wipe your nose like a scientist
Walked up to her, she just told me get behind me
Shot 77 out the 100 rounds, Luka Dončić
Don’t make me get up on your hills, like a ? b#tch
This n#gg# talkin’ paper on IG live, he the town snitch
What’s up baby, same line i hit her mom with
Creep up on they block with explosives, I’m the bomb b#tch
South side, leave n#gg#s on the side if they slide on the south
Boy, it don’t make no sense I’m bringing dimes in the house
Granny crib, I was prolly putting nines in the couch
n#gg# snitched on ?,? when he out
And that’s real, n#gg#s call me Gary Payton, quick to get the steal
Walk around the block with ?
Damn we ain’t see him, he wear a helmet in that field
Air Force 1s, I force a n#gg# in the air with this chopstick
Like I’m Yao Ming, I be ? to hit the block quick
b#tches love me then they hate me, told ’em that they toxic
Talkin’ crazy through computer boxes, get ’em boxed quick
We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift
I got my family out the hood, that’s the top gift
Ask Bron, how it feel to be at the top quick
RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith
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