Get Air (feat. YKK & Ink) Video (MV)

I got ten bottles and bitches
Don't give a f*ck what you think
We boutta count up our riches
F*ck Pepsi we sippin drank
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
This ain't no Pokémon
Tell em beware
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
I'm repping the gutter
Like clothes that you wear
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
This ain't no
Muhf*ckin day Care
Walk down the street
Your bitch stare
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
Pull up the the bank
I'm counting these figures
My gutter is black
And so are my Yeezys
Coming hard for a new century
Listen to my shit know this a new me
Still f*ckin the thotties but I got a fee
Still empty the bottles but I smoke the tree
Empty a clip I ain't taking no shit
Got so much clout that I let it go drip
Talking bout lean when you can't take a sip
Come from the start aim straight for the heart
Got game I tear it apart
Got fame I top the chart
God damn I set the bar so high
All these others deny that I'm the man
Like damn
Sit at the top look down from my throne
All of these pitches can't mess with my zone
Lost track of times that I've been blown
Getting so big like look how you've grown
I got ten bottles and bitches
Don't give a f*ck what you think
We boutta count up our riches
F*ck Pepsi we sippin drank
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
This ain't no Pokémon
Tell em beware
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
I'm repping the gutter
Like clothes that you wear
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
This ain't no
Muhf*ckin day Care
Walk down the street
Your bitch stare
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
Pull up the the bank
I'm counting these figures
My gutter is black
And so are my Yeezys
F*ck all this rappin
I'll stick to producing
4 hundo in cash
My ego is boosting
Wrist won a staring contest
With medusa
I'm lacing this loud
In my cigars from Cuba
Ain't no free parking
Get the f*ck up out of my spot
I'm about monopolize
I'll throw your ass off the boardwalk
Don't f*ck with me and Kurt or
Ima leave him with a mental scar
Off a perkey in my lambo
Crash it like a rental car
Bitch we go harder
Than Whitney's miltank
Bitch I got cash
I'm counting up big racks
Blow up like a creeper
Pull up with a diamond pick axe
Everybody jumping
When we pull up to the kickback
Bunch of people hate
But it's ok
I've been doing shows
While they still got no pay
Lookin at my money
It's higher than bill nye
I be getting hella paper
Till the day I f*ckin die
I got ten bottles and bitches
Don't give a f*ck what you think
We boutta count up our riches
F*ck Pepsi we sippin drank
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
This ain't no Pokémon
Tell em beware
We boutta get high
Tell em get air
I'm repping the gutter
Like clothes that you wear
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
This ain't no
Muhf*ckin day Care
Walk down the street
Your bitch stare
I'm flying high
Like get air
I'm flying high
Like get air
Pull up the the bank
I'm counting these figures
My gutter is black
And so are my Yeezys