Fly Guy Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo

I'm in the bathroom making this Beat

I'm in this bathroom trying to be Discreet

I'm in this bathroom spitting this Heat, yeah

I know you want the 241

I'll hit you from the back

And you can put your face on me Like

How about that

Cause all hoes wanna have fun

Baby, call me the king one

Let's swing some

Baby, let's swap you out

For your own girl

For one night, let me rock her

Wow, kiss her bad

When you ain't gotta miss out

If you want, you can join on the fun

Too, cause I know you like hoes too

Come here, girl, don't be shy

Yeah, uh

Hit it from the back the past time

But twist it like sipping wine

Cleaning on it like a cap of pine

Turnt out on your water, walk or tie

Floating on some Snoop, la-la-la, ha-Ha-ha

Freak Slick, freak Nick, no Michael

You head, so eat it, otherwise beat it

Cause my pole undefeated

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know what I want, baby

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

You know what I want from you

You know what I want

Yeah

My rap game vicious

But got no motion

It's time to compare polarity

I be knowing cause even though my flows is flowing

My paper not doing

I'm not tricking, but your girl hoing

My click-clack is big racks

And Knox is wearing my pocket Tim's at tight

Choke, 55's like my hat

And my gat all black

45's strapped with the drum Attached

Like a drill team

My G no B, your Uno B

You know me with the red bean

Do you dirty like 13

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Huh

Blicky, blicky, trade to go

Fuck you and fuck your ho

Rent Vine, free dirt for show

Niggas doing ho shit

Talking slick, wearing wives and shit

Fucking up the game with them Buster shit

So I roll with my heat

Knocking niggas smooth straight off His feet

Cardi Black

You been to corner, you's a goner

Rolling dice if you want and your Mind will be a goner

Pick up the money, rolling hat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know what you want, girl

Mmm

I know what you want, girl

Yo

Let me tell you like this though

Check me out though

You niggas is mad, go get it bad

Stop hating little niggas, stack your Cash

I let the gun blast

About this cash, chop it down

Bag it up, running in your crib with No mask

Two guns up, two guns saying

I'm on your ass, I'm in your ass

Like a thorn with this .357 long

Rock your bell, Mr. Ding Dong

I get to call you knocked off

And for this change, I whip the saw

Disengage, home where you saw

Spending blocks to pass time about Mine

Been on my grind since the 90's

I've been a star, I shine, call the case

Bird bitch, drop the dime

Melissa Boyd and Deja Arthur

Acting like you's a goner

Till you catch the sonic boom

From the street sweeper, Mr. Red Reaper

Creep sleep, your bat beat you

About principles and respect

Hit about a check to go ape shit

I'm a vet, blessing all vets

Real fly, make her panties wet for real

Baby, you know what I want from you

Baby, you know what I want from you

Baby, baby, baby

It ain't a mystery, no

No, no

Yeah

It ain't a mystery

Oh, yeah

I could talk about catching rat

But I'd rather catch a check

Cause catching link balls in my pocket

Is something I can't forget

Remember them nights, stomach gon' eat

Projects, some aside, man

Hustle and treat, then selling that Yola

At 16 on Race Street

Reaper squad till I die, red flag Dripping

Me like a piece of my soul

Hold car

Homicide, time to roll

40 shots in the pole, call the ladder Control

5400 to race, folks never fold

Low key, but crazy bold

Thoroughbred, never get old

Hard to go, you know me and who I Beat, man

D-R-E, Dre, Reese and E

Yeah, y'all know what it is

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

Baby, baby, baby

You know what I want, girl

Yeah

Reaper squad

D-R-E

Y'all know what it is, man

D-R-E

D-R-E

D-R-E

D-R-E

D-R-E