[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen...... this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo
[Chorus: x2]
ay you a killa? What it is
hell yeah, What it is
Drug dealer, what it is
Young player, ridin tall
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
[Verse:]
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't comin down (why?)
fuck here dammit (where?)
Ain't comin down (please)
Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town
I'm a killa too,
Killin bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas over there
If i'm the shit there
I don't tolerate
My Impala great
Bring the choppa out
Bet I discombobulate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fuck nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whole penny do
I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh
Give to Lapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucka
Don't make me have to get at you
I blow a hundered shots
A nigga plus fifty -two
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
My car actually
willy wonka factory
Ice look like rasberry
these hoes tryin to tackle me
Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I be in Collipark
Plus I be on Mcafee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to blast at me
I don't play with little boys
You tryin to Michael Jackson me?
Lil nigga ridin in the air fantastically
Til the day they kill us
I neva put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When they get done with that thing
It'll look Dro won
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit polar bear(bppbpbpb)
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take flight
I'm goin in the air
Candy with the gloss
I'm about to lift it out
Can't you see someone on me you don't like
then lick it off(lick)
We don't need to look at the time
We rip em off
My wrist 40
but guess how much tip cost?
Bout a hundered k i don't wanna play
Young Dro ridin tall in the summer days
Sellin dope, it be junky where my mama stay(fo real)
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt a day
Go and say hoe my cuzzin look like egg yolk
you know i keep a tool wit me all in the bed tho
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustle bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?