on air

Good afternoon, everyone
We're flying at 26 thousand feet
Moving up to 30 thousand feet
Then we go clear skies all the way to Las Vegas

Right now, we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment
One of our first-class passengers
Would like to sing you a song
Inspired by one of our coach passengers

And since we let our first-class passengers
Do pretty much whatever they want
Here he is
Yeah, right there

Girl, why you never around?
I need you at home
I need you at home
I need you at home
I need you at home
I need you at home

I pick up my cup and crack open the seal (the seal)
They already know what to do (to do)
Ain't sippin' no fake, this some real (some real)
Yeah, I just been subbin' for real (for real)

Your partner been over, she takin' a nil
Watch out for that blip, it don't touch you right now
I'm smokin' on gas, you can tell by the smell
I'm rollin' up, I'm blowin' when hell, I go down

Don't wanna have my crib, I'ma get us a towel
Your boyfriend, he's holdin' the L with me
I just smoke on the L
Yeah, we got the smoke on the L

Try soon, this thing like a damn
I walk on the cloud, my J
Yeah, I need my lip right back

I fuck on that bitch like that
I hit up this hoe shoe, plow right back
And I'ma J, honey, he got a new pack
We're drinkin' on, baby, we sip to relax

Baby, we sip to relax
Baby, we sip to relax
I got the stick in the back
J got the blick in the back

They got the camera in the back
J pull up, takin' your bitch to the back
Roller, he's flippin' the pack
Tell me, I'm just playin' with Rex

Fuck up my money so much
It can't fit in a Louis V bag
Yeah, I got a Louis V bag
These bitches so boozy, she want me to get her a bag

I got a fight on my shirt
And I know what my Lord be saying

She told me to push it like Breeze
I did Breezy, this shit was so easy
She won a casino, recorded a studio
Come with your friend, don't forget to bring Reese

The father of a leader, I'm sippin' on cereal
Like I got a fever, I'm not from this earth
I'm a different recruiter, don't ask for no feature
La Bois, I don't know you, you might be the suitor

Then I am the teacher, like Dan and go Breezy
I play with a beaver, professional speaker
I do for a living, I scream at a speaker
Like bitch, I've been playin' and you sit on bleach

I'm so stuck, I get seated
I'm ridin' around in a bit with a demon
My big name ain't Morgan, I know she not Freeman
I got a cut second, I named it Bikini
Then fuck the hoe, her name was name Kidi

Got hoes in my region, they act like some meat
And they straight from home
Boy, they put wings on the test
He dozed up and I'm speedin'

They know I got cuts and they're bleedin'
I pull me, I feel like I'm pleadin'
I'm sorry, lil' baby
You know that I cheated

You know that I cheated
You know that I cheated
There's always the reason
There's always the reason

I'm sorry, baby, I'm off to the train
I'm off to the train, I'm off to the band
Give me the racks
Yeah, give me the racks

And we got a smoke in the air, but smoking don't pay
This is on air, baby, no, not no air
I'll have you finding some message shit
I'll have you finding some message shit
I'll have you finding some message shit

And if you're thinking that one of them songs is about you
I bet that it probably is
You gotta figure out which one of them hoes you is
I know for all of my hoes