Juice WRLD — Air Em Out Freaked It

[Intro] Hmm [Chorus] Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (Uh) Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it) Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it) My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit [Verse 1] Red bottoms goin' brazy Countin’ the cash, goin' brazy Do the dash, goin' brazy Throwin' a mask on, brazy Gotta ask, are you crazy? Thinkin' you was finna play me? Skrt, start the race Baow, shot to the face Gun shoot blue flames, like a video game If you ain't talkin' about money I promise to God I ain't entertained Choppa rock you like a show, center stage Grip the tool like a pro, no interface Knew that was your girl, went and fucked her anyway They prolly gon' try to kill me, anyday It's why I keep some killers with me everyday FNs, MAC-10s ain't no Glocks, ayy Sendin' shots There he go, air him out Pull off, while I count Man down, then we out [Chorus] Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (At all) Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it) Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist (Grra) Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it) My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit (Ya dig?) [Open Verse] [Chorus] Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit Say he wanna truce, nigga fuck that shit Real niggas, real killers, we ain't for that shit (Uh) Got a million dollars than I freaked it (Freaked it) Totin' real choppas nigga fuck your fist (Grra) Sex tape with ya bitch then she leaked it (She leaked it) My face wasn't on it, nigga fuck that shit (Ya dig?)