AIR TRAN (U Played Remix)

In this song, I really wanted to express my sexuality because I don’t hear it in music at all. To own my own narrative without any gaze but my own.  My dream music video for this song would to remake Soul Plane with me as the flight attendant.

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Kenny and I make instant heat every time we hop on a track together. Collaboration is a big part of my artistic project because our multiple perspectives come together to paint something new.

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[Verse 1]

Niggas frontin’ with a lady or a baby, he a pussy/

Lemme eat his ass last night like a sugar cookie/

Niggas favorite show is watching me bathe/

Dick game to clutch leave his ass in amazement/

Said your body count thicker than the Bible. Want a title?/

Here an Oscar for the front/

Keep it going like a blunt/

Dumb bub/

You a dumb sub/

If me and my bitches on a hunt/

We at ten the clubs/

If you wanna spark up/ 

In the trunk, we got big shrubs/

Scraped up cuz you always wanna stunt/

That’s a big dub/

Pick of the litter to little runts/

That’s a trick cub/

He be on top like Air Tran/

Got me on snooze like a box fan/

Teach ‘em new tricks, do a handstand/

Then he gimme sloppy toppy when I’m bout to dip/

This is not a ship/

Better walk the plank/

‘Bout to break the bank/

Other niggas stank/

But I’m really dank/ 

What you sent in the text shit it must shrank?/

Gotta issue with your boi this ain’t for the faint/

Meditate for a while so I stay tranquil/ Om!

 

[Chorus]

Bitch, I’m tired than a mug, shit! Call my plug and Lyft/

To his crib then I pick it up, then I gon’ hit/ 

Put some Weezy on cuz I’m tryna be one of the greatest/

Then I head to the lab cuz I write best when I’m faded

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[MAMA’S BOI Verse 2]

Air Tran!/

Ain’t no saving, upgradin’, all ya shit in a box to the left/

Me and Quadray on a track, it’s the best/

You claimin’ that she love you but she all up in my text/

Dm’d me the titties so you know the brain next/

You gonna need a Purple Heart for all these hits to the chest/

(Yeah, you gonna need a Purple Heart, bitch nigga!) 

Look/

Ooo weee/ 

I ain’t have to do you like that/

Grimy ass nigga but I’m slimes and the slats/

Magic Mamas boy, Pull the tricks out the hat/

123, You a rook, Imma vet/

Rhymes subpar, you don’t get no respect/

Ring, ring! Dinner bell Imma fucking feed/

New hot boys with the bling on the bling 

Ya partner like Adele/

He a snitch! He a sing!/ 

I’m so ducking tired of these lying ass   Hoes/

Fronting on the gram but we already     Know/

You is bitch made/

You was born just to                                   Fold/

Crumple, crumple like some paper/

Hey there I’m your fucking savior 

Mamas Boi like J E S U S/ 

I’m the motherfucking Christ in this bitch/

Save ya motherfucking lil life in this bitch/

Ship it overnight get it right in this bitch/ 

All cash in the bag/

This a motherfucking heist/ 

Trynna reach new heights/ 

Gotta did the lights too bright/

Might roll me a jay/ 

Might pour me a sprite/

You don’t really know nothing ‘bout this motherfucking life, Bitch!