AIRFORCE FIVES by Kovin Kestnar Lyrics
[Chorus: Kovin Kestnar]
All this money in my pocket makes me feel like I'm Mormon
Same robe as the pope, same Jordans as Jordan
I be duckin' out the window with my goons in a foreign
You could look at my equipment, but I doubt you'd afford it
Big checks on the side with the Nike and shit
I got Air Force Fives, you can hardly admit
I just pull up and I slide with a four in her grit
And that GMC ride's on some coroner shit
[Verse: Thatcher Robinson]
Ayy, she wanna go where I wanna go, trap out the store
I get lit, cuff these thots, fuck these hoes
Get that ass a medic, always fuckin' a bad bitch
Why you so dramatic? She got emotion damage, ayy
She don't sip syrup, fuckin' that bitch and I curve her, ayy
Fuckin' a bad bitch and she livin' lavish, ayy, ayy
All black whip [?], she got the spins, ayy, ayy
I got no feelings, fuckin' dip, money my friends, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Kovin Kestnar]
All this money in my pocket makes me feel like I'm Mormon
Same robe as the pope, same Jordans as Jordan
I be duckin' out the window with my goons in a foreign
You could look at my equipment, but I doubt you'd afford it
Big checks on the side with the Nike and shit
I got Air Force Fives, you can hardly admit
All this money in my pocket makes me feel like I'm Mormon
Same robe as the pope, same Jordans as Jordan
I be duckin' out the window with my goons in a foreign
You could look at my equipment, but I doubt you'd afford it
Big checks on the side with the Nike and shit
I got Air Force Fives, you can hardly admit
I just pull up and I slide with a four in her grit
And that GMC ride's on some coroner shit
[Verse: Thatcher Robinson]
Ayy, she wanna go where I wanna go, trap out the store
I get lit, cuff these thots, fuck these hoes
Get that ass a medic, always fuckin' a bad bitch
Why you so dramatic? She got emotion damage, ayy
She don't sip syrup, fuckin' that bitch and I curve her, ayy
Fuckin' a bad bitch and she livin' lavish, ayy, ayy
All black whip [?], she got the spins, ayy, ayy
I got no feelings, fuckin' dip, money my friends, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Kovin Kestnar]
All this money in my pocket makes me feel like I'm Mormon
Same robe as the pope, same Jordans as Jordan
I be duckin' out the window with my goons in a foreign
You could look at my equipment, but I doubt you'd afford it
Big checks on the side with the Nike and shit
I got Air Force Fives, you can hardly admit