AF1 Lyrics – Yung Playboik
Singer: Yung Playboik
Title: AF1
〈Intro: Kontrol〉
Aye
I walk in detention with my air force ones
Aye, Im chilling with benzzy, we stay with our guns
This big n#gg# business, like jordan we ones
Aye, dont f#ck with yall n#gg#s, yall n#gg#s be fronts
Luhh jay just walked in this b#tch with a 2 times 2, n#gg# thats you
Aye, these n#gg#s be walking around like booboo the fool
Aye, 2007 no longer than 2011
Aye, smacked that boy with a tool mac eleven
Hit from the back and you know that she give it up
Pull up on a n#gg# we stick em up
I walk down the street and im drifted up
f#ck on a b#tch and im pulling up
Dont call my phone, i ain’t getting up, aye
Walk in the building, you know im the fliest
Smoking on gas, im sippin on lean
Smoking on gas i call it that stank
With a cash flow, i stay with big bank
I run up a check, big ta-titanic
Dont stand on the deck
Stepping in air force ones you already know whats going on luhh n#gg#
Aye
I walk in detention with my air force ones
Aye, Im chilling with benzzy, we stay with our guns
I been on this rapping, i do it for fun
Twin let em in you know how he coming
Yeah, uh
I walk in this store man me and bro got a gun
Ain’t scared of his n#gg#s im never gone run
When i step on a brother, n#gg# you know when i come
Yeah, a hundred of them, we get it done
Ima sit at yo spot and we get it done
I be stepping on n#gg#s, the f#ck where you come
Talk from the bottom, n#gg# know that we counting some bodies
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I might just kill yo mans
With the bullets, i hit their head, gang
Yeah, n#gg#
Im that one city n#gg#, outside on the block, and n#gg#s they know where i be coming (yeah, yeah)
Said that i act like a plugga, f#ck b#tch
I dont know all this sh#t that he talking
Ima ride for my bros, stick in my pants
Finna hit like a bang
Yeah
b#tch, finna hit like a bang
And you know
Brother we finna go make it
And on brother
We getting on the top, thats for fashoo man
Aye
I walk in detention with my air force ones
Aye, Im chilling with benzzy, we stay with our guns
I been on this rapping, i do it for fun
2007, you know we the one
2007, you know we the one
Aim for his set n#gg# know how i come
Let them n#gg#s know whats up
Hit em in his sh#t, n#gg# knowing whats up
I keep a glizzy and that b#tch be tucked
Run his #ss down, do his #ss up
Hit em in his head tryna knock off his dreads
You n#gg#s scared dont play with my bread
223 gone aim for his head
Hollon, aye
That 223 gone aim for his head, hollon
Im tryna knock off his dreads, i aim at his leg
f#cking his b#tch and no i ain’t scared
Put the bread on his head
Drop me a bag
Drop me a body, you n#gg#s is hoes
I dont give a f#ck, cause im toting that pole
Big #ss Glock ima let his b#tch roll
Big #ss Glock i can’t even control
You n#gg#s lame, yall n#gg#s some hoes
All on the internet, doing beefing
We dont give a f#ck on the internet tweaking (Crucial 808)
You n#gg#s lame, yall n#gg#s is hoes
Catch us a opp and im driving that boat
Aye, if i catch me a opp then im driving that boat
Aye, btich
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