*producer tag*

"Talk to me that way again, and I'll cut your face off"

[verse 1]

Ay

Ay

Yeah that's right, a nigga might change over night

I fell asleep and missed my layover flight

Slept in the airport in some Gucci

Why the TSA lady touchin all on my Ksubis

I'm in first class and the seats feeling roomie

Came through with the wax pen in my bag

Stuffed it under the seat, but in the bathroom I'm taking drags

Ay don't tell nobody, I'll let you hit it

Ay the flight attendant brought the wine let's get it

Ay I know you see me and you're super livid

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[verse 2]

I cook up early, call that breakfast

Yellow gold lookin like some eggs and cheese

And shе lookin like she wanna be my main squeezе

And her booty lookin like the damn main course

And we brought some prerolled joints to the golf course

And my plug located in the Gold Coast

Really gotta leave after 9 or we'll be toast

Cuz this rush hour in Chicago a serious bitch

I feel like Dennis when he moved to the burbs

The bitch ain't seize the gap, then Imma kick her right to the curb

I'm eating mac and cheese, without saying a word