Fly Around
Five percent president with my other girl
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
When I'm in the club, bring Yak, I'm gettin' dumb faded
Gotta show me something 'cause the talk ain't 'bout nothing
It's going one way, I'm getting paid and I'm fucking
Million dollar fragrance, I ain't the one to play with
If I shoot a nigga down, bitch, you better not say shit
Long days, I need extra hours
I need more hatin' ass internet cowards
Cross the line, we don't do that shit them niggas do
Sack chasing suckers, making your homies look stupid
2-0-1-7, you niggas headed in the wrong direction
I'm a G, you fuckin' with a veteran
Ride under streetlights, on the late night
No knuckles, boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones
You can keep the small change, bitch, I want millions
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
It's eighty degrees, she all on her knees
Palm steady itchin' like the motherfuckin' trees
With my locs in the streets, you niggas can't compete
Run that mouth way too much, it get deep, uh
In the Beamer with my nigga G
Pull out a Newport, like Too $hort, I peep out the scenery
Where the killers? Where the thugs? Where them hoes at?
We in the building, cold chillin', neck froze, huh
I think it's 'bout time we get another bottle
Send my bitch 'cause she lookin' like a model
Yeah, we gon' fly around the city all drunk
Blowing pounds, straight pounds if a nigga want funk
And I be getting faded
Uncle Elroy, you know I'm X-rated, but
Won't ever catch me movin' out the city
'Cause a true boss hog stay shady
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
Still get back at you man
You know the old heads used to tell1 me on Sunset
Behind Denny's, many moons ago, man
"You know a duck can barely fuck for a buck
You gon' spend more time breakin' a bitch jaw
Than the bitch purse, man."
See about it you fuckin' dog head bitch
Only your mother could love you
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
When I'm in the club, bring Yak, I'm gettin' dumb faded
Gotta show me something 'cause the talk ain't 'bout nothing
It's going one way, I'm getting paid and I'm fucking
Million dollar fragrance, I ain't the one to play with
If I shoot a nigga down, bitch, you better not say shit
Long days, I need extra hours
I need more hatin' ass internet cowards
Cross the line, we don't do that shit them niggas do
Sack chasing suckers, making your homies look stupid
2-0-1-7, you niggas headed in the wrong direction
I'm a G, you fuckin' with a veteran
Ride under streetlights, on the late night
No knuckles, boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones
You can keep the small change, bitch, I want millions
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
It's eighty degrees, she all on her knees
Palm steady itchin' like the motherfuckin' trees
With my locs in the streets, you niggas can't compete
Run that mouth way too much, it get deep, uh
In the Beamer with my nigga G
Pull out a Newport, like Too $hort, I peep out the scenery
Where the killers? Where the thugs? Where them hoes at?
We in the building, cold chillin', neck froze, huh
I think it's 'bout time we get another bottle
Send my bitch 'cause she lookin' like a model
Yeah, we gon' fly around the city all drunk
Blowing pounds, straight pounds if a nigga want funk
And I be getting faded
Uncle Elroy, you know I'm X-rated, but
Won't ever catch me movin' out the city
'Cause a true boss hog stay shady
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
Still get back at you man
You know the old heads used to tell1 me on Sunset
Behind Denny's, many moons ago, man
"You know a duck can barely fuck for a buck
You gon' spend more time breakin' a bitch jaw
Than the bitch purse, man."
See about it you fuckin' dog head bitch
Only your mother could love you
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Writer(s): David Iosua, Jeremy Nash, Christopher Cleveland, Ray Wright
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