Airplane Mode Lyrics

Fuck dnd, baby, I put my shit on airplane mode

Baby, it's alright, I don't care where you go

Niggas talk right, we gon' spare they souls

You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

Thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

Shorty try and play him, he don't care because he know

One false move and they gon' bury you in gold

It's all about how you ride me, I don't care if you was in Vogue

It's all about how you ride me, I don't care if you was in Vogue

It's fuckin' with my conscience, we shouldn't have spared him, bro, he told

Like, how you trying to play me like a bitch and then you fold

One, two, three, we always forget to say four

And don't mind me, I always forget to say no

Yeah, don't mind me, I always forget to say no

And don't try me, I never forget to keep a pole

I'm like, YB the way I take care of my bros

Light skin mami, and she tryna go low

Murakami, and my diamonds all on froze

Murakami, and my diamonds all on froze

And if your name Ashanty, I'll get you anything for the low

If your name Ashanty, I'll get you anything for the low, yeah

Shorty called me, trying to take pictures of them hoes, yeah

And shorty wanted me, but I ain't want shorty to meet my folks, though

Brodie poppin' three Perky pills a night he goin' loco

Aye, Uncle V, how you pass away and leave behind Coco

Shit got my family in a chokehold

Fuck dnd, baby, I put my shit on airplane mode

Baby, it's alright, I don't care where you go

Niggas talk right, we gon' spare they souls

You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

Thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro

I done seen niggas get married off a blind date

I done seen niggas get married and just fly away

Growing out my hair, I can't forget to cop that pomade

This life shit get rough, take me back with me and Riq made Flauwave

Them niggas tried to sell me marijuana in them hallways

And just because lil' bro don't talk to bitches, that don't mean you call him gay

And even if you get all the bitches in the world, that don't mean we call you straight

Cause you gotta prove it

You gotta prove it

You gotta prove it

Making music

This shit amusing

I'm spinning' turntables like DJ Ruben

Growin' up, I was young and dumb, I was livin' clueless

When shorty left me, bro, my life was ruined

When this shit drop, y'all niggas better tune in