Hella Sketchy
Airplane Mode
[Verse 1]
Talk dirty like masuka
Bust pussy, bazooka
People acting wishy washy, real life fuckin loofahs
Take action in person, y'all type on computers
Leave you dumb like radio, shoutout to cuba
Imma be on a plane to cuba
Never flown on a plane, but you know, my phone stay in that mode
Not big on secrets, keep everything on the low
All these kids say im up next, lashawn you're bout to blow
But, i don't know if i want to
This some shit that i can't undo
Say that you my friend, but i know it's untrue
Choosing these relationships harder than bamboo
Now my heart is on the loose
Grab onto anybody showing me some love
I got trust issues, maybe we should just fuck
One hundred pennies, i keep everything a buck
Yeah my dick, you can suck
Im the realest of my friends
Got me in a fuckin trance
Pull up in that fuckin benz
I wanted this since i was 10
Im the realest of my friends
Got me in a fuckin trance
Pull up in that fuckin benz
I wanted this since i was 10
Imma do everything i said i would do
If i said it on a song, then you know its fuckin true
Like yeah i took your girl, did not know that she belong to you
Diamonds on me dance, yeah i grab the hulu hoop
Walk around the city, like im fuckin bulletproof
My brothers right beside me like an onside kick
You say that you got beef, we can squash that shit
Squad so tight
Our love thicker than the girls on fortnite
Never flown on a plane, but you know my phone stay in that mode
Im not big on secrets, keep everything on the low
All these kids say im up next, lashawn you're bout to blow
Shawty gonna blow
Keep my phone in airplane mode
Unless you talkin bout some guap
Then ill pull up your block
Yeah ill pull up on your block
And ill fuckin milly rock
I dont hide it in my sock
Fuck 12, they can suck my cock