Airplane Mode
Smile for miles for days
Sticking to my pace
Cutting to the chase never chase a bitch
Life going my way
That's the way that life's supposed to be there is no debate
Celebrate in my cup
Elevate going up
All of my niggas up
All of my people up
I been trynna reach a higher place
Stuck in my zone
Airplane mode
On my way up
I won't let up
I can't let up
Na i can't let up
Stock going up
Won't give it up
Stacking it up
I'm on a up
They run up the hate
I run up the love up
Sending it up
I'm sending it up up up up
One eye on the ball one eye on my baby
Heart in the people
Mind in the making
I cannot decides if i should go ape shit
Or let that shit slide i'm trynna be patient
I might end up breaking
I might end up skating
And skirt skirt the wraith
For goodness sakes
Forgive me my sins
It bittered my taste
And turn up the bass
I gather my wins
And go bout my day
Have a nice day
Don't wait on the kid
I'm not coming back
Up up & away
Up up up
7 7 7 baby bless up
She just want my baby's cause i'm next up
Sf these niggas acting crazy gotta check'em
They think imma nike boy the way the checks come
I got my sauce from pbf
You see it in my dance the bitch obsessed
White girls scream damn that nigga sexy
Never needed no xan to ease my stress
Imma need 100 bands & nothing less
I gotta burn this bitch down to gain respect
If i gotta be the man to make a mess
Know i still am the man none the less
I ain't never been bitter
But ain't shit sweet
Except my tea
Throw me the keys
Get cold in the streets
Told'em throw me a beat so i can run up the heat
Told'em we gon' do this shit right
Wave fam do this shit nice
Change my season with a flight
Sprinkle a little season on my rice
I hit saltbae with my dance the way i'm cooking like him
All my punch lines come like floyd the way the hookin' like him
And i'm too busy being the man to worry about looking like him
Lil nigga
Stuck in my zone
Airplane mode
On my way up
I won't let up
I can't let up
Na i can't let up
Stock going up
Won't give it up
Stacking it up
I'm on a up
They run up the hate
I run up the love up
Sending it up
I'm sending it up up up up
In the club with a leo & leo dicaprio
My life is a movie
These bitches is dying to get'em a cameo
My wrist is a smoothie
Y'all niggas still rocking a casio
I did this by masio
I ran this by dairy & calico
Now in milan, front row at a fashion show
And still with my sis front row at her pageant show
Uh
Swiped up on your story
That shit was boring
Defeat me nigga you can't even feat me nigga you can't afford me
AM & me like rick & morty
Bust down hits like rick & bob
Put y'all niggas on a shish kabob
Going up
Stock went up
I ain't signin' shit but a prenup
What i spit on this shit is the only thing i'm coughing up & i ain't even clean up
In the midst of the wave, it's where i was raised
Been at this shit for decades
Conference calls on a jet ski
Calluses on my thumbs from counting these racks all day so bitch don't text me
Send that ass my way bitch bless me
Been stressed all day don't test me
Said i bust down his girl that's a tough tizzy
Even tho you got the digi girl you can't hit me
Even on my free days girl i'm too busy
Know everywhere i step that the crew with me
Yea the crew with me
My niggas gon' ride
Ain't shit to decide
This shit is written in ink
We let the lead fly
We-we-westside
Y'all niggas know y'all ain't built like it
We do this shit cause we supposed to
Y'all do this shit when y'all feel like it
Sticking to my pace
Cutting to the chase never chase a bitch
Life going my way
That's the way that life's supposed to be there is no debate
Celebrate in my cup
Elevate going up
All of my niggas up
All of my people up
I been trynna reach a higher place
Stuck in my zone
Airplane mode
On my way up
I won't let up
I can't let up
Na i can't let up
Stock going up
Won't give it up
Stacking it up
I'm on a up
They run up the hate
I run up the love up
Sending it up
I'm sending it up up up up
One eye on the ball one eye on my baby
Heart in the people
Mind in the making
I cannot decides if i should go ape shit
Or let that shit slide i'm trynna be patient
I might end up breaking
I might end up skating
And skirt skirt the wraith
For goodness sakes
Forgive me my sins
It bittered my taste
And turn up the bass
I gather my wins
And go bout my day
Have a nice day
Don't wait on the kid
I'm not coming back
Up up & away
Up up up
7 7 7 baby bless up
She just want my baby's cause i'm next up
Sf these niggas acting crazy gotta check'em
They think imma nike boy the way the checks come
I got my sauce from pbf
You see it in my dance the bitch obsessed
White girls scream damn that nigga sexy
Never needed no xan to ease my stress
Imma need 100 bands & nothing less
I gotta burn this bitch down to gain respect
If i gotta be the man to make a mess
Know i still am the man none the less
I ain't never been bitter
But ain't shit sweet
Except my tea
Throw me the keys
Get cold in the streets
Told'em throw me a beat so i can run up the heat
Told'em we gon' do this shit right
Wave fam do this shit nice
Change my season with a flight
Sprinkle a little season on my rice
I hit saltbae with my dance the way i'm cooking like him
All my punch lines come like floyd the way the hookin' like him
And i'm too busy being the man to worry about looking like him
Lil nigga
Stuck in my zone
Airplane mode
On my way up
I won't let up
I can't let up
Na i can't let up
Stock going up
Won't give it up
Stacking it up
I'm on a up
They run up the hate
I run up the love up
Sending it up
I'm sending it up up up up
In the club with a leo & leo dicaprio
My life is a movie
These bitches is dying to get'em a cameo
My wrist is a smoothie
Y'all niggas still rocking a casio
I did this by masio
I ran this by dairy & calico
Now in milan, front row at a fashion show
And still with my sis front row at her pageant show
Uh
Swiped up on your story
That shit was boring
Defeat me nigga you can't even feat me nigga you can't afford me
AM & me like rick & morty
Bust down hits like rick & bob
Put y'all niggas on a shish kabob
Going up
Stock went up
I ain't signin' shit but a prenup
What i spit on this shit is the only thing i'm coughing up & i ain't even clean up
In the midst of the wave, it's where i was raised
Been at this shit for decades
Conference calls on a jet ski
Calluses on my thumbs from counting these racks all day so bitch don't text me
Send that ass my way bitch bless me
Been stressed all day don't test me
Said i bust down his girl that's a tough tizzy
Even tho you got the digi girl you can't hit me
Even on my free days girl i'm too busy
Know everywhere i step that the crew with me
Yea the crew with me
My niggas gon' ride
Ain't shit to decide
This shit is written in ink
We let the lead fly
We-we-westside
Y'all niggas know y'all ain't built like it
We do this shit cause we supposed to
Y'all do this shit when y'all feel like it
Credits
Writer(s): Niall Breslin, Declan Murphy, Justin Ryan, Aidan Lynch, Anthony Doran
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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