Gaz the Rapper - Fly Me Out Lyrics

Gaz
703 Entertainment
At this rate I'ma see the whole world man

Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man
Coach, but it's first class pussy when I land
Tell 'em Gaz dick got supply and demand
Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man

Tell me why, I should fly, to your city (uh)
I been tryin' to hit the scene quickly
Is it lit, is it live, could you get me
When it is, I been itchin' to do business
So just hit me
Shout out to my Cali girls
Chi town, my town
All around, it's dope now
I get recognized for my flow now
Slow down, remember that one?
Probably not, just smoke a fat one
Enjoy this album, that's all I ask
Enjoy this album and help I'm trapped
Dicks out for Harambe
Sippin' on that Bombay
Brain be loco like Kanye
DMV local like Wale
Spent my life solo dolo
Now I'm poppin off
They takin photos
Bouta shake the scene up
Like a terremoto
I'm the Heir to dodos
Took flight
Took you a minute just to get it right?
Get in line
This the bag check
When the plane land
It's a rap check
One day I'll have mad checks
Whole team will be decked out
Last place you expect now
We might fly out
We got the right sound
We doin' fine now

Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man
Coach, but it's first class pussy when I land
Tell 'em Gaz dick got supply and demand
Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man
Fly me out, fly me out man
I'm never home
Yea I'm making my way
All across the globe

Catch me on a layover
Y'all know I can't stay sober
Can't really claim that my shit don't stink
But these rappers all chasin' the same odor
Finna go dumb like a brain donor
Hit so many L's ima chain smoker
Got these strippers too wet off the song debut
Finna rendezvous ain't even rained on her
I came here to conquer
Already got stalkers
Thinkin' bout these offers
Kickin round ideas like soccer
All I know is go hard, there's no softer
Sippin' Remy Martin, with the doctor
We've barely started, so much to go
I'm flowin off the dome, and sending rappers home
I'm in 7-0, they bouta get to know, me
I stay rollin, that's only OG
She let me know, that she wanna blow me
Through straight emojis, on my fuckin' phone screen
What doesn't kill me makes me strong
Or makes my thoughts a little fucked up
White boy killin' songs up out of Nova
On the come up
Bite my thumb at you, and mumble rapping
Blunts up on the dash
I cut through traffic
While we pass it
If the 5-0 come, then ash it
Don't you throw it out
OTD until they notice now
Huff and puff and puff and pass
But you will never blow me down
Haters ask me can I get some juice Gaz?
What does this look like? Bitch
I am not a fucking juice box

Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man
Coach, but it's first class pussy when I land
Tell 'em Gaz dick got supply and demand
Ladies wanna fly me out and try me out, man
Fly me out, fly me out man
I'm never home
Yea I'm making my way
All across the globe