Lyrics Fly ’Em High by Nines

I don't know if you lot know but my guy Tiggs is the man for the bangers, you know (Ay ya mean)
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye (Right)
Ah, ye-ye-ye-ye-ye (Ye-ye)
Ah, ye-ye-ye-ye-ye (Woo)

Ah, ye-ye
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-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo; prr)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo)

Ah, whe-where I'm from n***as 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 n***as "I ain't comin' back"
Then went straight to the kitchen, whipped up a hundred racks, ah (Ooo)
"You ready for the tour?", Prezzy I was born ready
b*t*h, I'm always high, every day's like 4/20
I'm just try—, I'm just tryna get my money straight on this m-way
Weight on me like I'm runnin' late, ah
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 n***as probably rollin' round with nanks
This sh*t I got could go through a tank, ah
That's— that's— that's my gun not an erection
And if I pull it out you'd be runnin' like an election
Whoever said "Nines ain't a shooter"
Don't let me pull up, show 'n' prove like my producer

Ah, ye-ye
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-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo; prr)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo)

Challange, runnin' from the [?]
Shut the lamp [?], shooter like [? violence]
Sorry I'm in bail, shorty poppin' pills
Oh, that's your girl, brudda, that's a L (That's a big L)
Told you it was [?]
Barely gon' get high so we roll it
Then I beat the pu**y 'til it's soakin'
Shawty wan' be wifed, must be jokin'
Mm, na-na-ni (Na-na-ni)
I'mma get to you, tryna love the 'nani
How many times did I pass you to my dawgie
'Cause he gave me food and I was starvin'

Ah, ye-ye
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-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo; prr)
Fly 'em, we fly 'em high (Woo-oo; Ay ya mean)

Bummy n***a, f**k away from me
Ugly n***a, f**k away from me
pu**y n***a, f**k away from me
I know, you no, gettin' no money