AIRSTRIKE

[Intro]
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can’t fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can’t fuck with none of you fools
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit
I can't fuck with none of you fools

[Verse]
Evil never happen
Creep out of tha house
Wit tha hot tone couple blocks boutta shout
Lookin' thru tha scope, gonna lay 'em all out
Point ’em out, like a scout
Wrap ’em up, ain't no doubt
You ain’t built from tha war
Shoot out, thru tha door
Always ready for sum more
Get popp'd, hit tha flo
Doom-mothafuckin-shop
Gonna settle the score
This shit hardcore
Buying the tec goin make some gore
Going psychopathic
Counting mathematics
Shooting automatic
Gonna make dis shit traumatic
Ain't diplomatic
Movin' off traffic
Grab tha fuckin’ gauge, mount up
This a classic
Make you dissappear, call dat shit black magic
Fuck around and cause static
Dig a hole, close tha casket
Making fuckin' panic
Throw you in tha attic
Watch it all burn, bitch, down with tha planet

[Outro]
I can't fuck with none of you fools
You lemons on that funny shit