Fly Around - G Perico, Ray Wright, Polyester

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 tell 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