Air It Out Fredo Bang (Ft. YNW Melly)

[Intro]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to his forehead
What the fuck you thinkin' ‘bout?
He talkin' like he on it, yeah
We gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
How that Glock go? (Baow)
How that Draco?
Youngin' take souls (Yeah)
Get that case closed
Get it done, finito
Get the drop, I say go
Sneeze on him, caught a cold
If he tender fuck his ho
They watchin' my moves, they tellin' they people
I got some goons and all of ‘em lethal
All of these sticks, ain't none of ‘em legal
Swervin' in jeeps, we jeepers creepers
Bitch gon' fuck me just to get back
Give me that drop, don't want your cat
Missed that opp, we doublin' back
Hit ‘em in the front, came out his back
All black hoody, ain't no mask
Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash
Keep that dough, or that stash
Fuck what you claim, you get no pass
Where your toe? We play tag
He ain't gangster, take his flag
Catch him in traffic, make him crash
Shout out in person, that's that bag