Fly
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Yeah, y'all know what it is
It's Lil' Jon, the first Latino of Swishahouse
And you listening to YSY
Why? 'Cause we get that motherfucking fetti out, you feel me?
Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside
Shoutout to all my homies up in that deuce one
What up fifth one, what up to all my homies in the tre
Fourth one, that grand old Meadowbrook
What up Fuquay-Homestead, Acres Homes, Trinity Gardens
Greens Point, Pasadena, South Acres, Sunnyside
Dead end, Yellowstone, y'all know what it is
Huh, Edgebrook, Southwest
Big shoutout to everybody up in that San Antonio
What up to the DFW, what up Grove, what up Oak Cliff
What up G-Town, Austin, East Texas
Nine-five-six, what up the Valley
All my homies out there from Colorado Springs
El Campo, San Marcus
Y'all know what it is Texas
YSY, we get that motherfucking money
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high, I believe I can fly
Bitch I'm sitting so high, I believe I can fly
The coupe looks delicious, the rims are waving bye
Money sitting so high, I believe I can fly
The coupe looks delicious, the rims are waving bye
Sitting so high, I believe I can fly
The coupe looks delicious, the rims are waving bye
Money long like Diddy, put on for my city
Cologne, kush, and Henny, I'm gone in that hemmy
I'm gone but you don't hear me, four to the dome if you get near me
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high, I believe I can fly
I say I need a pull up when I pull up I'm the shit man
When I grow up I wanna be like T-Pain, a hit man
But do yourself a favor partner, don't be talking shit man
Your broad done up and broke your heart, my whole squad hit man
Hold up, I see dead people
It's just the dead white guys on my bread people
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high, I believe I can fly
I'm high as the moon and I'm flyer than a mosquito
Stacking my chips, I got a bank full of Doritos
I'm too cool for school so I'm teaching a class
Chiefing on that purple rain partner, puff, puff, pass
See I'm higher than the price of gas, gone off vanilla cream
Rolling off of Mac Dre, leaning like a triple beam
I got my wrist froze up like computer screens
So fresh, so clean, exhale sticky green
I got the top steady dropping like record sales
Paint changing colors like Tyra Banks' fingernails
Choose the fast life, I'm the Flash
Diamonds in my mouth sparkling like Sprite 'cause I'm fly
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high, I believe I can fly