ARP AIRLINES

Lyrics

[Intro] (Striker Radio) (It's my birthday, SJ, got me workin') ARP Jody ARP Airlines, nigga Free all the Seals [Chorus] Pour a cup of that Tris' and my day go right It's ARP Airlines, make a nigga take flight If a nigga ain't die, I ain't swappin' my bike I've been waiting to catch him, I cracked him on sight When shit lookin' wrong, Ten make it go right I got shots in this car, I ain't stop at no light Put his ass in the air like a motherfuckin' kite Please don't call my phone, I've been spinnin' all night I ain't kickin' my cup, bitch tellin' me, "Quit" He a broke-ass nigga, I'm pouring up rent Stop mentionin' blocks that I already spinned Stop talkin' 'bout niggas I already sent Ten really be trappin', made back what I spent Hop out on your clique, now they smellin' my scent And this P hit your whip, gon' lеave more than a dent I alrеady spinned through the 4, now I came back again [Verse] I don't need my chop, I just go with my gen Got hats on every block, bet they know about Ten And I really drop niggas, just go ask your men B— still movin', I jumped out that Infinity Got shit on my back when we out at that show Still gon' ride wit' the men, give a fuck how it go All doors pop open when we ride by that lo' Nigga lacked in the open and got his ass smoked G20 wit' button, I'll let this bitch blow Think you gettin' up on Ten? I ain't got lie, that shit slow Just hop out and creep, everybody gon' go I just caught on some Tris', nigga, shoutout to Cole I been serving them bags, I'm whipping that coke I be stopping that shit with this P in my coat And I know what I'm doing, give a fuck what you know Play thing if you want, gon' get your ass smoked [Chorus] Pour a cup of that Tris' and my day go right It's ARP Airlines, make a nigga take flight If a nigga ain't die, I ain't swappin' my bike I've been waiting to catch him, I cracked him on sight When shit lookin' wrong, Ten make it go right I got shots in this car, I ain't stop at no light Put his ass in the air like a motherfuckin' kite Please don't call my phone, I've been spinnin' all night I ain't kickin' my cup, bitch tellin' me, "Quit" He a broke-ass nigga, I'm pouring up rent Stop mentionin' blocks that I already spinned Stop talkin' 'bout niggas I already sent Ten really be trappin', made back what I spent Hop out on your clique, now they smellin' my scent And this P hit your whip, gon' leave more than a dent I already spinned through the 4, now I came back again