G Perico, Polyester the Saint, Ray Wright - Fly Around lyrics

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 grit's 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 grit's 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