TSA
On top, man I stay out my range
Bitches really be drivin', I be flexin' here on planes
Yeah you can front in your pussy ass 'Stang
But I'm higher than you, with your momma, I'm your new dad
Stupid dumb bars, but I'm bustin' bitches beautifully
I got beginner's luck, this shit is new to me
But one thing gon' stop me on a good day
Old Ben, tell them bout the mothafuckin' TSA
Yo I got a PSA about TSA
Man why I gotta wait in line just to see my bae
Flyin' nonstop to Qingdao from LA
But airport security, shit's in the way
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Yeah I got a beef with the airport (Yup)
Why you gotta look in my Jansport (Backpack)
I ain't got a knife in my damn shorts (Khakis)
What the fuck is wrong with my passport (What's up)
Why I gotta take off my shoes (New Balance)
I ain't got a bomb in my shoes (New Balance)
I ain't got the drugs or the booze (I'm sober)
Man, TSA givin' me the blues
I got that fire, I got that heat
Switch up my style, get out yo' seat
Bitch I am the pilot, now come fly with Rocco B
Let's get in the air, I'm tired of these streets
And I'm gonna get higher than Wiz Khalif'
I'd rather get you in the clouds than take you downtown
But I still get you on the ground and pound like Ronda Rousey
I'll take two shots but bitch you can't foul me
And I got yo' ass softer than Downy
I'mma fuck a bitch raw
Blow my dick in an airport stall
Bust yo' tail, but we ain't gon' fall
I don't text back, bitch I ain't gon' call
Got you wetter than that
I'mma disappear after I'm gettin' in that
Everybody know that the pussy don't lack
When you fuckin' with a big boy like Rocco Black
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Fuck American Airlines
Damn boy, look at the hairline (Damn)
TSA, no frisker
Flyin' way too high, yeah I think I missed her
Why I gotta take out my laptop
I ain't got a bomb in my laptop
I'mma board last at this damn stop
Siftin' through my pockets for some crack rock
Why I gotta empty my Nalgene
Why I gotta drain out my Hydro
Say goodbye, Camelbak
One last sip, man how 'bout that
I spit fire but I get you iced
Get in my lift, bitch I'm Ray Rice
Snort the powder and I smoke the puff
Like I'm made of mothafuckin' sugar and spice
Over any beat I'm rappin'
Shittin' on rappers on crappin'
If we runnin' I'm just lappin'
Rich boys I be dappin'
I'mma flex on tracks
Call me a whale, cause you know I hump back
Cummin' in mouths, yeah that's my knack
And my cum tastes sweet, give yo' girl some plaque (Ewww)
I'm switchin' hoes up from Cali to the NY
Splittin' my time between hoes, I don't know why
To be honest though, I'mma keep it a stack
I prenup hoes before they take my racks
Flyin' with hoes and they tryna take my money
Just cause they know that I'm sweet like honey
My hoes stupid thick, man I swear they dummy
But I like the white girls, give me snow bunnies
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Bitches really be drivin', I be flexin' here on planes
Yeah you can front in your pussy ass 'Stang
But I'm higher than you, with your momma, I'm your new dad
Stupid dumb bars, but I'm bustin' bitches beautifully
I got beginner's luck, this shit is new to me
But one thing gon' stop me on a good day
Old Ben, tell them bout the mothafuckin' TSA
Yo I got a PSA about TSA
Man why I gotta wait in line just to see my bae
Flyin' nonstop to Qingdao from LA
But airport security, shit's in the way
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Yeah I got a beef with the airport (Yup)
Why you gotta look in my Jansport (Backpack)
I ain't got a knife in my damn shorts (Khakis)
What the fuck is wrong with my passport (What's up)
Why I gotta take off my shoes (New Balance)
I ain't got a bomb in my shoes (New Balance)
I ain't got the drugs or the booze (I'm sober)
Man, TSA givin' me the blues
I got that fire, I got that heat
Switch up my style, get out yo' seat
Bitch I am the pilot, now come fly with Rocco B
Let's get in the air, I'm tired of these streets
And I'm gonna get higher than Wiz Khalif'
I'd rather get you in the clouds than take you downtown
But I still get you on the ground and pound like Ronda Rousey
I'll take two shots but bitch you can't foul me
And I got yo' ass softer than Downy
I'mma fuck a bitch raw
Blow my dick in an airport stall
Bust yo' tail, but we ain't gon' fall
I don't text back, bitch I ain't gon' call
Got you wetter than that
I'mma disappear after I'm gettin' in that
Everybody know that the pussy don't lack
When you fuckin' with a big boy like Rocco Black
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Fuck American Airlines
Damn boy, look at the hairline (Damn)
TSA, no frisker
Flyin' way too high, yeah I think I missed her
Why I gotta take out my laptop
I ain't got a bomb in my laptop
I'mma board last at this damn stop
Siftin' through my pockets for some crack rock
Why I gotta empty my Nalgene
Why I gotta drain out my Hydro
Say goodbye, Camelbak
One last sip, man how 'bout that
I spit fire but I get you iced
Get in my lift, bitch I'm Ray Rice
Snort the powder and I smoke the puff
Like I'm made of mothafuckin' sugar and spice
Over any beat I'm rappin'
Shittin' on rappers on crappin'
If we runnin' I'm just lappin'
Rich boys I be dappin'
I'mma flex on tracks
Call me a whale, cause you know I hump back
Cummin' in mouths, yeah that's my knack
And my cum tastes sweet, give yo' girl some plaque (Ewww)
I'm switchin' hoes up from Cali to the NY
Splittin' my time between hoes, I don't know why
To be honest though, I'mma keep it a stack
I prenup hoes before they take my racks
Flyin' with hoes and they tryna take my money
Just cause they know that I'm sweet like honey
My hoes stupid thick, man I swear they dummy
But I like the white girls, give me snow bunnies
Got so much ice, can't get through TSA
And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay
I got so many chains, got so many rings
And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way
Credits
Writer(s): Rocco Black And Old Ben
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