Ina Air

(I can feel it in the air)

(Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)

I can feel it in the air, niggas out here movin' flake

If he play, cut that head off a slate

Leave him bait, and I keep it on my hip

I dare a nigga ask the plate

And you know I keep a bad bitch pretty in the face

I see they fuck with the kid, you know I gotta make a way

Make one call, get them fazed, hit they block, leave no trace

Bro, they hot dog with that chalk, homicide, somebody died

He was layin' on that block, we parked his wood, he should've died

Homicide, somebody, he was layin' on that block

We parked his wood, he should've died

By my daughter, I shed a tear, huh, huh

By my daughter, I shed a tear, so we made they mama cry

For the opps, we want them dead, so we steady fuckin' slide

We in the city, five percent and we tint it

We in the city, five percent, you know we tint it

Huh, huh, five percent, know we tint it

Five percent, know we-

And my bitch, check my phone like, "Where you at?"

I'm in the studio, I'm gettin' off these rocks

I'm gettin' off these rocks, I'ma hit your ass back when I get home

Be on the way, ay, I'm tryna make a way

Be on the way when I get home

I can feel it in the air

I can feel it in the air

I can feel it in the-

The M's comin' in, mama need a new crib

I know she's tired of paying bills

She want her son out of the street, somewhere up in the hills