Fly ’Em High Lyrics

Fly ’Em High Lyrics by TIGGS DA AUTHOR

I don't know if you lot know
But my guy Tiggs is the man for the bangers
You know? (Ayy ya mean)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)

Uh, yeah, yeah
I remember nights in the bando
I remember nights in the trap (In the trap)
Stove and a Pyrex handle
They wanna know the price of the packs (Aight)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh, brrt)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)

Uh, whe-where I'm from niggas will sell your mum crack
I just spent half a milly on this re-up
We ain't runnin' out of packs
Left jail, told all them niggas, "I ain't comin' back"
Then went straight to the kitchen
Whipped up a hundred racks, uh (Ooh)

"You ready for the tour?", Prezzy, I was born ready
Bitch, I'm always high, every day's like 4/20
I'm just try— I'm just trying to get my money straight on this m-way
Weight on me like I'm runnin' late, uh
I ain't boxin' but I'm dealin' white (White)

I ain't replyin' to these clowns online, but it's still on sight
These niggas probably rollin' round with nanks
This shit I got could go through a tank, uh
That's— that's— that's my gun, not an erection
And if I pull it out, you'll be runnin' like an election
Whoever said, "Nines ain't a shooter"
Don't let me pull up, show 'n' prove like my producer

Uh, yeah, yeah
I remember nights in the bando
I remember nights in the trap (In the trap)
Stove and a Pyrex handle
They wanna know the price of the packs (Aight)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh, brrt)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)

Challenge, runnin' from the squalay
Shotter like Guale, shooter like violence
Sorry, I'm in bail, shorty poppin' pills
Oh, that's your girl, brother, that's a L (That's a big L)
Told you, we got smoke for your homies (For your homies)
Barely gon' get high so we roll it (So we)
Then I beat the pussy 'til it's soakin'
Shorty wan' be wifed, must be jokin'
Mmm, the 'nani (The 'nani)
I'ma get to you, trying to love the 'nani (The 'nani)
How many times did I pass you to my doggie? (To my doggie)
'Cause he gave me food when I was starvin'

I remember nights in the bando
I remember nights in the trap (In the trap)
Stove and a Pyrex handle
They wanna know the price of the packs (Aight)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh, brrt)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-ooh, ayy ya mean)

Bummy nigga, fuck away from me
Ugly nigga, fuck away from me
Pussy nigga, fuck away from me
I know you not gettin' no money