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A$AP Rocky ― AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO) Lyrics

January 16, 202639

Title: AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO)
Artist: A$AP Rocky
Album: Don’t Be Dumb
Release Date: January 16, 2026

AIR FORCE Lyrics by A$AP Rocky

Been away a long time, very nice to see you
Pussy boy don’t really like me, I don’t like him either
Live on a rockstar street, next door a Beatle
When I die, I’ma ask Jesus for a feature
When they see him faintin’, seizure
Pop it, tee’d up (Woo), mama, see that? (Yeah)
Had an anorexic model bitch, she was an eater (Yum)
If a tryna slime me, I’ma do him greasy
I’ma guard in these streets, all my bars MVP
My old hoes in D now, there’s more fish in the sea
Kiss my kids ‘fore I sleep, RIP ODB
Fuck CO, fuck CO, please (What the fuck OBBs?)
We wear jeans, we wear three
Wear my heart on my sleeve, where your broad? She with me
Fuck you mean, “Fuck you mean,” ?
Fuck a checkup, *, run a check up
Let ’em rest up, tell ’em, “Catch up”
Let me dress it up, watch me flex up
Let me switch this down, shawty, turn around

‘Rari car alarm going off (Ooh)
Drive it like it’s stolen, pulling off (Ah)
Fuck the world, living by the law (Ooh)
s showing out, I’m going up

It’s really good to see you (It’s so good to see you)
Very nice to see you (Very nice to see you)
Once again (We high, we high, we high)
You’re atoned (And the bumblebees here buzzin’)
Bumblebees here buzzin’ (I can’t help but love you)
Alarms are ringing the bells again (Oh, we high, we high, we high)

Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGs
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some blicks
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGs
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least them blicks
Pretty boy hoppin’ off the porch
Pretty boy hoppin’ off the porch
City boy mobbin’ in New York
Pretty boy model in Dior
Real wolf pack from the door
Smokin’ wolf pack like a pack of Newports
Judge, why my ass smoke a pack in the court?
Diggin’ in your door, old black Air Force
Old school whip, got a phone and it’s cordless
Glass slippers porcelain, it match with the toilets
I’ma take my *, jump your man, Air Jordan
I’ll be with your bitch late night, James Corden
Lay back nervous, I’m back, but a different version
I got her scratchin’ the walls, you barely scratching the surface
I ain’t coppin’ no purses and I ain’t swappin’ no verses
Takin’ pics through the glass, it’s hard to feel like a person

‘Rari car alarm going off (Ooh)
Drive it like it’s stolen, pulling off (Ah)
Fuck the world, living by the law (Ooh)
s showing out, I’m going up

It’s really good to see you (It’s so good to see you)
Very nice to see you once again (Always, we high, we high, we high)
You’re atoned (And the bumblebees here buzzin’)
Bumblebees here buzzin’ (I can’t help but love you)
Alarms are ringing the bells again (Oh, we high, we high, we high)

Free your mind
Floating on the current (Floating on the current)
Our hearts are racing, we’re never feeling ‘lone again

We high, we high, we high (Ooh)
We high, we high, we high (Yeah, oh)
We high, we high, we high (Ooh)
We high, we high, we high