Airplane Mode lyrics

It’s crazy how me doing good turn to a bad habbit
I’m on a flight to see a man about some plans to take a chance and don’t nobody understand so now they mad at me
I ain’t got time to make the world happy
Or make my girl happy
She throwin’ fits and makin’ faces and flippin curls at me
I’m turnin’ sexy b*tches down, I don’t deserve that sh*t
Your body curvy, but I’m still gon’ have to curve that sh*t
I heard my partner talkin’ down, I hate I heard that sh*t
He sent me yellow vay, he been contemplate
Lookin’ at this sh*t the wrong way
I’m tryin’ get outside the hood but I can’t be a competition
Dawg you racin’ with your own fate
I’m tryna tell you what I learn, but you ain’t tryna listen
You gon’ listen to them n*ggas who ain’t got they own cake
I really wanna be like, “f*ck it, go your own way”
But if something happen to you, I’m gon’ feel the wrong way
I got a lot above my shoulders
It’s more than my head, it’s more than my eyes, it’s more than my mind
Flight attendant ask me am I fine
Then she walk me down the isle and let me get between them thighs
Then the pilot hit the speakers and said “let’s turn b*tch on this ride”

Feel good when I leave the house
Tired of hearin’ everybody mouth
Momma thinkin’ I’m trippin out
My engineer doing his own thang
Clay gone, I ‘ont want no route
Throw a bag, I ‘ont want no trout
b*tch loud, I ‘ont want no mouth
Her pus*y good but I ‘ont wanna eat it out
Hey, if you ever doubting me you better put your b*tch up
These n*ggas talk, but when they see me n*ggas get they hiccups
The homie caught too many bodies, he be doin’ it for a hobby
Hadda stop him in the lobby, told him “put the stick up”
I need some time to myself, so I could clear some sh*t up
And everytime my fans tweet me, that sh*t made me get up
I went from memes to a novel, hadda switch some sh*t up
And now these labels on my line, they tryna put that bid up
Got 50,000, all twenties
And my gucci carry on
Until tryna stop me cause they kush is my cologne
I don’t tell em when I’m leavin, I don’t tell them when I’m home
And when I’m on the airplane, can nobody text my phone
These b*tches textin’ me, wan’ get the best of me
Nobody dressin’ me, I made my recipe
You got to stress for me, to flex on me
Or we can’t split the treasury
You lonely if you dealt with me, I gave you nothin’ less than me
They probably think I’m going crazy cause I’m talkin’ to myself
But my words cost a bag, so I ain’t talkin’ for my health
But my thoughts been going left, reason Parker faked his death
Put my drip inside my luggage, left my feelings on the shelf
I leave it, don’t want it
These b*tches, they phony
Ain’t good, for nothin’
But in it, like Conas
I put that b*tch up in the corner, don’t feel her persona
And if I feel that’s something real, no way that I condone it
My partner sent up in the pin, I know he hate bologna
But I got n*ggas in the street, I know I try to help and meet
Them n*ggas d’rather bother me, than hussle on the corner
I gotta see you want it, for me to [?]
You try to step inside my shoes, b*tch you can’t tie these hoes up
Nobody ever held me down, but I’m still tryna hold up
These n*ggas wanna see me die wish they could shoot my show up
I’m knockin’ n*ggas b*tches down [?] I line them hoes up
You tryna keep it to yourself, you tryna drive the hoe up
But Ima f*ck her anyway, most Ima do is sign the hoe up
Most likely Ima give her back these hoes don’t talk about much
Cause I don’t usually wanna talk if you ain’t talkin ‘bout bucks