Airplane Mode

By KAY P

On Hunger Pains

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[Hook]

Wrist on shine, neck on froze

What's the temp? bitch it's cold

Where I'm at, area code

It don't matter, I got hoes

Check my watch, swing my chain

Who with me, bitch that's gang

Please don't call, my phone off

Where yo' hoe? she on my balls

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

It's on airplane mode

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

It's on airplane mode


[Verse 1]

Look at me, peep my [?]

Look at my wrist, it's like snow

I just sauced on your hoe

She lick me, like snow cone

First [?] shorty, fuck the coach

Got her Goyard, fuck the coach

Yeah I came up, so I boast

You feel froggy, you gon' croack

Why your girl blow me like referee?

If that's your hoe, why she testing me?

She in my phone speaking sexually

She ate my seed like they seasame

I'm in the pussy like gynacologist

She rock the mic like it's Metalocalypse

I had to tie her up on some Hanzo shit

She wanna fuck me to get a sponsorship

She can't even get a hug from me

She can't even get a dub from me

I sell that a bitch a gram for $20

Slip her ass a xan, she don't no nada

She might suck a nigga for a dollar

She got daddy issues, I'm her father

I eat the pussy like enchilladas

I'm sippin, syrup, no Aunt Jemima


[Hook]

Wrist on shine, neck on froze

What's the temp? bitch it's cold

Where I'm at, area code

It don't matter, I got hoes

Check my watch, swing my chain

Who with me, bitch that's gang

Please don't call, my phone off

Where yo' hoe? she on my balls

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

It's on airplane mode

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

Don't call her phone (Don't call her phone)

It's on airplane mode


[Verse 2]

I'm just chilling, like it's Winter

My wood poke her, like it's splinters

Yeah, I'm in her, don't do dinner

She my angel, I'm no sinner

She do splits like a fisher

Sucl my dick, I don't kiss her

Bitch, I'm shining, my wrist flicker

That's my mistress, I don't miss her

I just want the top, no sex

Why your man ain't got no check

She only want me cause I'm next

That bitch a dog, she a pet

Baby, I don't need that stress

I don't need a girl, it's nice to meet ya

Baby say thanks for the way I please ya

I got foreigns tryna get a Visa

Italian shorty, like Mama mia

Know I hit it like I'm Derrick Jeeter

Furs on me, I don't fuck with Peta

Power level, shit is off the meter

Dropped the hoe, cause I ain't even need her

I just pour a fo' in two liters

Four hoes in the two seater

I pull off like, nigga see ya