Flee by The Guys Lyrics
[into: The Legendary Fya Man]
Han we the guys , y'all always flee! han we the guys take off take off
[hook]
Im walkin' round with that pack on me that sack on me
Niggas be like god damn y'all always flee (x2)
We some young niggas that got it, young niggas that got it (x4)
Han
[verse 1: The Legendary Fya Man]
All us got clout so you know that we legit
I linked up with lil b he pouring up a fifth
My nigga smell he living well he been with the shits
And I'm fya i didn't retire I'm still doing hits
We will get flee, do it every week
Tell Nigel call some hoes over so we can all tweak
My name in the streets cause i be making beats
A million views on youtube tell haters rest in peace
Little eater hoes get back we splitting y'all like kit kats
Getting head while i sit back I'm focused on a bag
You niggers funny like sinbad, got a grown bitch she been bad
In a lemon jag we popping tags but i ain't trying to brag
[hook]
[verse 2: Heavy Smelly]
Walking around with my dogs fucking up all designer stores
I remember couldn't go shopping used to be broke not no more
Fya man be whipping up beats but don't get confused he kicking doors
And Butta boppin' he taking off fuckin up the dance floor
Got a sack on me, true religion double g
My homie Keith he shaking shit say something wrong to me
I'm always flee, you can check my ig
I got a name off selling weed I'm smelly lp
Only want the ho if her ass fat you bring a move it get cracked
I fuck it off cause i get it back and I'm always with the guys
I never lack got big racks and them big racks got my pants sagging
I been cashing I'm smoking gas and I'm always hella fly
[hook]
[outro]
Han we the guys , y'all always flee! han we the guys take off take off
[hook]
Im walkin' round with that pack on me that sack on me
Niggas be like god damn y'all always flee (x2)
We some young niggas that got it, young niggas that got it (x4)
Han
[verse 1: The Legendary Fya Man]
All us got clout so you know that we legit
I linked up with lil b he pouring up a fifth
My nigga smell he living well he been with the shits
And I'm fya i didn't retire I'm still doing hits
We will get flee, do it every week
Tell Nigel call some hoes over so we can all tweak
My name in the streets cause i be making beats
A million views on youtube tell haters rest in peace
Little eater hoes get back we splitting y'all like kit kats
Getting head while i sit back I'm focused on a bag
You niggers funny like sinbad, got a grown bitch she been bad
In a lemon jag we popping tags but i ain't trying to brag
[hook]
[verse 2: Heavy Smelly]
Walking around with my dogs fucking up all designer stores
I remember couldn't go shopping used to be broke not no more
Fya man be whipping up beats but don't get confused he kicking doors
And Butta boppin' he taking off fuckin up the dance floor
Got a sack on me, true religion double g
My homie Keith he shaking shit say something wrong to me
I'm always flee, you can check my ig
I got a name off selling weed I'm smelly lp
Only want the ho if her ass fat you bring a move it get cracked
I fuck it off cause i get it back and I'm always with the guys
I never lack got big racks and them big racks got my pants sagging
I been cashing I'm smoking gas and I'm always hella fly
[hook]
[outro]