Dutch ReBelle - Air It Out lyrics

Y-Y-YO! (Dutch Rebelle) Yeah...Juan ! (Jefe Replay) This ones for my..this ones for my hood This ones for my..oh this ones yours too [Chorus] (Jefe Replay) This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know Only run from cops when them hands come out windows They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out [Verse 1] (Dutch Rebelle) Yo! uh Sundress with the chucks flow, hella stuck tho, never kid for the bucks tho Kept the flow smooth and clean like a limosuine But i can still pick it up like a truck tho Never mind that, Replay gotta bad one, where you find that? Said she got trees, we should intertwine that Yelling 'Pulll Up" that means rewind that Got a wicked waistline, gyal ah where yuh wine at? All black with a bad gyal crew Couples Zoes too sippin Barbancourt Keep the loud down if the cops come thru And keep ya boo close if my squad see you Like don't let ya box get checked in And don't let ya man get tooken U took about 10 pics when i stepped in Took em straight to the net no Brooklyn Yo... [Chorus] (Jefe Replay) This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know Only run from cops when them hands come out windows They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out [Verse 2] (Dutch Rebelle) Yo.. Loud packs and them pistols And we dance like its disco, where they don't dump word to Sisqo Yelling over speakers got me sound like Meek Way too much piff got me high all week Don't speak no doubt, if you ain't come out Stay up all night till the licks run out Lean zipped up and the blunt burnt out Lost yo b**h upstairs hope it all works out Gotta [??] champagne, couple plantains 50 for the store run, keeping that change You can tell ya fam come too Whatever they do know it falls on you doeee Yo, man listen, i be with the girls [??] Man listen, all up in your nerves when they mans gon missing Tell em don't start like a bad transmission, listen Yo fam listen, pretty click of cousins and they on they way We dont pay no mind to what they gon say Let the kartel play lick a shot all day Rrrraaahh! [Chorus] (Jefe Replay) This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know Only run from cops when them hands come out windows They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out