Tsa Moroba (feat. Martin Banx) - Bethel Martens

On top, man I stay out my range Bitches really be drivin', I be flexin' here on planes Yeah you can front in your pussy ass 'Stang But I'm higher than you, with your momma, I'm your new dad Stupid dumb bars, but I'm bustin' bitches beautifully I got beginner's luck, this shit is new to me But one thing gon' stop me on a good day Old Ben, tell them bout the mothafuckin' TSA Yo I got a PSA about TSA Man why I gotta wait in line just to see my bae Flyin' nonstop to Qingdao from LA But airport security, shit's in the way Got so much ice, can't get through TSA And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay I got so many chains, got so many rings And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way Yeah I got a beef with the airport (Yup) Why you gotta look in my Jansport (Backpack) I ain't got a knife in my damn shorts (Khakis) What the fuck is wrong with my passport (What's up) Why I gotta take off my shoes (New Balance) I ain't got a bomb in my shoes (New Balance) I ain't got the drugs or the booze (I'm sober) Man, TSA givin' me the blues I got that fire, I got that heat Switch up my style, get out yo' seat Bitch I am the pilot, now come fly with Rocco B Let's get in the air, I'm tired of these streets And I'm gonna get higher than Wiz Khalif' I'd rather get you in the clouds than take you downtown But I still get you on the ground and pound like Ronda Rousey I'll take two shots but bitch you can't foul me And I got yo' ass softer than Downy I'mma fuck a bitch raw Blow my dick in an airport stall Bust yo' tail, but we ain't gon' fall I don't text back, bitch I ain't gon' call Got you wetter than that I'mma disappear after I'm gettin' in that Everybody know that the pussy don't lack When you fuckin' with a big boy like Rocco Black Got so much ice, can't get through TSA And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay I got so many chains, got so many rings And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way Fuck American Airlines Damn boy, look at the hairline (Damn) TSA, no frisker Flyin' way too high, yeah I think I missed her Why I gotta take out my laptop I ain't got a bomb in my laptop I'mma board last at this damn stop Siftin' through my pockets for some crack rock Why I gotta empty my Nalgene Why I gotta drain out my Hydro Say goodbye, Camelbak One last sip, man how 'bout that I spit fire but I get you iced Get in my lift, bitch I'm Ray Rice Snort the powder and I smoke the puff Like I'm made of mothafuckin' sugar and spice Over any beat I'm rappin' Shittin' on rappers on crappin' If we runnin' I'm just lappin' Rich boys I be dappin' I'mma flex on tracks Call me a whale, cause you know I hump back Cummin' in mouths, yeah that's my knack And my cum tastes sweet, give yo' girl some plaque (Ewww) I'm switchin' hoes up from Cali to the NY Splittin' my time between hoes, I don't know why To be honest though, I'mma keep it a stack I prenup hoes before they take my racks Flyin' with hoes and they tryna take my money Just cause they know that I'm sweet like honey My hoes stupid thick, man I swear they dummy But I like the white girls, give me snow bunnies Got so much ice, can't get through TSA And I'm flyin' from Paris to Mandalay I got so many chains, got so many rings And if you ain't the same, bitch stay out my way