Fly Around Lyrics - G Perico

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 

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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 

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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