Fly ’Em High

Lyrics

[Intro: Nines & 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) [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author] 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) [Verse 1: Nines] 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 [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author] 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) [Verse 2: Tiggs Da Author] 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' [Chorus: Tiggs Da Author] 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) [Outro: Tiggs Da Author] 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