Airplane Mode

Ahhhh

Hey!
Ya
'Bout a put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no
'Bout a put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no
No!

I wanna be stacking
Fuck a distraction
Pick up my glasses
Holy molasses
Now you see the vision
No time for slacking
I'm in the kitchen
Emeril Lagasse
I am too saucy
Chill with my posse
You wanna be balling?
You should just watch me
Amateurs cross me
They handles too sloppy
I got the keys
But I be so locked in

Locked in Locked in
Didn't have no options
Wrote my own doctrine
Now a youngin bossin'
Flossing flossing!
Bitch I put my all in
Now they jumping on the wave
Like a fucking dolphin

So I put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no
'Bout a put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no

So don't hit me up cause I told you I'm busy
Doing 120 on my way to the city
Pray every day I don't get another ticket
But if Beanz start to race
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I can't sit still
Bro' you must be tripping
Gotta take a stand and make a fucking difference
Parents came here to give us better living
Now I'm on board tryna get these digits

Are we studying at Dreiser?
Mohammed your stupid voicemail gets me every fucking time!
You're so fucking annoying!
Call me back

So I put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no
'Bout a put my phone on airplane mode
Please don't hit me up no no no



Credits
Writer(s): Mohammed Haque
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