Lyrics Flight Risk - Gucci Mane, Young Thug

Flight Risk

Got so much jewelry on right now, I’m a flight risk
Got two bad bitches with me right now, these dyke bitches
While you thinking they good, on the other hand, they a flight risk
And I got so much motherfuckin' jewelry on, I’m a flight risk
I’m a motherfuckin' flight risk
I said I got so much fuckin' jewelry on
The metal detector keep goin off like BRR BRR
Cause they know I’m a motherfuckin' flight risk
And the police keep kicking down my mama door
Like «Where the hell is your son coke?»
Cause they know I’m a motherfuckin' flight risk
Gucci, Gucci, super high, baby girl, she super bi
Said she fuck with girls and guys and been like that since junior high
I bet she should recognize, she eat a dick like pumpkin pie
And her ass so B-I-G, G-I-E, she ready to die
Lesson 4: fuck like a whore or it won’t be no lesson 5
Baby got those super thighs, she can’t fuck you for less than 5
Baby got that whitewater, that super wet, that water slide
Call me talkin' bout 69, I said, shit, I’m on Morgan drive
68 and owe you one, you hold your breath, you won’t survive
Blood red charger, homicide so someone please call Channel 5
Blood red Bentley, think that I stole it, it’s not the Jersey Drive
Droptop Rari with one shooter in it screaming «Who wanna die?»
Flight risk on my birth certificate
My mama had a nigga in the kitchen
Flight risk, took off from probation
Flight risk so they don’t trust me at the label
My right wrist got my left hand hatin'
Wah gwan?, I just made a mill with my Jamaican
Ball every day and night, and catch flight
Shoot dice, rock ice, pour up lean and Sprite
Flight risk, I’m out this bitch
I ran up on JR but I ain’t seen him since
You put that rent money at risk and you gon' get evicted
Cause if the shit don’t go as planned, don’t take another risk