ARP AIRLINES

[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’ leave more than a dent
I already 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