Fly ’Em High Tiggs Da Author & Nines

[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