Private Plane Part 2 by Mitchell Kerven Lyrics
[Intro: Mitchell Kerven]
I fucked on her bitch
She told me I'm lit
I get her what she want and she know how to fit
[Verse 1: Mitchell Kerven]
Diamonds on the chain
I took your bitch on a private plane
Supreme in the front
Babe in the back
Tell me when I'm fuckin you bitch in the back of a Cadillac (Yea bitch)
I fucked on her bitch
I told her she was lit
I took her on a private plane then I dip
What happens next, called up her friend, told her she could hop on my ship (Yeah)
Mixed up my shit
First there's one chain now there's two (Bitch, yeah)
First there's AP crystals, now there's diamonds on my pistols
Layin in the river
Took a tour in Cuba
Went in my chopper
When I popped (Yeah)
First class heat in my private plane, bitch I ain't playing no fuckin games
[Chorus: Young BallerYT]
Mitchell's private plane
We get it lit! (Yeah)
It's time to flex our chains
Go discover
We rock a diamond ring
More than a hundred pounds
We make the hall of fame
[Verse 2: Young BallerYT]
Sure backs the pain
Seeing the fame hit like a train
Showing a plane
Making them flames
Hand out the pain
We don’t play when it comes to fame
[Verse 3: Mitchell Kerven]
Made the fucking hall of fame
Shit shines bright like a mother fucking flame
Your bodies drop dead
Choo choo in your head
Bitch, I pop you, bitch I lock you
And I told her that you don’t mean shit, you ain’t own shit, you ain’t got shit
'Cause you a fucking bitch
I can grind her for days
I’m gonna play
Trap her in a motherfucking cave
Whats I see?
Bitches watching me
'Cause I’m on the streets, for no work
Money don’t fucking hurt cause I learned from experience
Feeling a little furious
Circling on your block 'cause I’m getting kinda curious
I’m serious
I finna kill you if you get delirious
Kodey on the beat
Motherfuckers on the street
Makes this shit up, but I’ve had enough
[Chorus: Young BallerYT]
Mitchell's private plane
We get it lit! (Yeah)
It's time to flex our chains
Go discover
We rock a diamond ring
More than a hundred pounds
We make the hall of fame
I fucked on her bitch
She told me I'm lit
I get her what she want and she know how to fit
[Verse 1: Mitchell Kerven]
Diamonds on the chain
I took your bitch on a private plane
Supreme in the front
Babe in the back
Tell me when I'm fuckin you bitch in the back of a Cadillac (Yea bitch)
I fucked on her bitch
I told her she was lit
I took her on a private plane then I dip
What happens next, called up her friend, told her she could hop on my ship (Yeah)
Mixed up my shit
First there's one chain now there's two (Bitch, yeah)
First there's AP crystals, now there's diamonds on my pistols
Layin in the river
Took a tour in Cuba
Went in my chopper
When I popped (Yeah)
First class heat in my private plane, bitch I ain't playing no fuckin games
[Chorus: Young BallerYT]
Mitchell's private plane
We get it lit! (Yeah)
It's time to flex our chains
Go discover
We rock a diamond ring
More than a hundred pounds
We make the hall of fame
[Verse 2: Young BallerYT]
Sure backs the pain
Seeing the fame hit like a train
Showing a plane
Making them flames
Hand out the pain
We don’t play when it comes to fame
[Verse 3: Mitchell Kerven]
Made the fucking hall of fame
Shit shines bright like a mother fucking flame
Your bodies drop dead
Choo choo in your head
Bitch, I pop you, bitch I lock you
And I told her that you don’t mean shit, you ain’t own shit, you ain’t got shit
'Cause you a fucking bitch
I can grind her for days
I’m gonna play
Trap her in a motherfucking cave
Whats I see?
Bitches watching me
'Cause I’m on the streets, for no work
Money don’t fucking hurt cause I learned from experience
Feeling a little furious
Circling on your block 'cause I’m getting kinda curious
I’m serious
I finna kill you if you get delirious
Kodey on the beat
Motherfuckers on the street
Makes this shit up, but I’ve had enough
[Chorus: Young BallerYT]
Mitchell's private plane
We get it lit! (Yeah)
It's time to flex our chains
Go discover
We rock a diamond ring
More than a hundred pounds
We make the hall of fame