Lyrics
(Stress
Don't stress)
I gotta catch this flight
But I'm faded from drinking that Goose
I told my mum and my girl that I'd be there
And they told me that they'd be there too
My flight's on time
Alright, fuck this line
I'ma cut this shit, like I cut that vine
Ill, I'm still moving through the line with ninja skill
Making sure that I ain't got no pills
What do you want man, what's your deal (don't stress)
Step back, pull your pants up, spread your legs
Like this put your hands up
It's ok if you touch my dick
'Cause this is a security check
Homegirl, spread those cheeks
'Till I can see what you ate last week
I better not find some shit
'Cause this is a security check
I gotta find gate D9
It looks like I'll be fine
'Til I figured out that I queued in the wrong line (fuck)
So I gotta go back with the terminals packed
I'm about to have a panic attack (ah)
Put me in a wheel chair, get me to the gate now
Because I need to be there, if I'm not in the air
In about T minus fifteen, Imma have to go and hijack a machine
Step back, pull your pants up, spread your legs
Like this put your hands up
It's ok if you touch my dick
'Cause this is a security check
Homegirl, spread those cheeks
'Till i can see what you ate last week
I better not find some shit
'Cause this is a security check
Look mom, I'm alright
But I don't think I'ma make it home tonight
They got me locked up tight
Sitting in a cell with two Arabic guys
No mom it's cool
A dude like me is always gonna get through
Rich, White, Jew, I hit 'em with the Hebrew
Mazeltov to you
Shoutout to the Nexxus, tell him the Lexus
Is up front when the publishing check comes
And he can go buy some shit
'Cause this is a security check
'Bout to be a classic
Let me see that ass on the dace floor spastic
Step on the gas bitch and then park that shit
'Cause this is a security check
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