rappin? Huh? I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga [?] Who da... dude that wanna come and talk shit I'm so fly,
Chorus] [Verse 3:] So What U Sayin What U Sayin Do We Sound That Bad Na U Just A Little Bit Mad So What U Sayin U Wanna Make A Track Lets Make Movements
wanna make her say uh uh uh uh na na na na make her say UuUuUhhh na na na na u know what when i seen u we bout to set this off for real here we go all
She make me feel so good, better than I would by myself or If I was with somebody else. U don't understand She make the people say yeeeeahhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh
from I be in, my double R jeans?n I don?t skateboard but a brother SB?in I?m on that fly shit That you aint got shit That if u copped, wouldn?t know
I'm still remin fly That's fly in then a wrestler, you don't want to mess Young rey misterio miss the shay, shabo regero Flyer them the rest of them make
just remind ya, I cannot help I gotta pink and green girl... she don't even fly Delta [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fabolous] You see I be more fly than b.w.I
from I be in, my double R jeans'n I don't skateboard but a brother SB'in I'm on that fly shit That you ain't got shit That if u copped, wouldn't know
the truth Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly murder four door of coof Yeah I get
some thoed dome I fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy Vulture piece spin, until I O-Dizzy A thoed mouthpiece, make pimping
happy for a nigga, when he make a major move Chill you playing with this game, but I've been paying major dues I can't tell a motherfucker, how to fly
(*talking*) Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullest Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass Bitch made niggas, I got
[Hook] Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U Everyday it be the same, we holding down the
them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking sweets Shot calling, making paper till we die U-Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly [
tweed Having fun in the sun, making money by the tons Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil ones So lay it down 'fore the sparks fly S.U
Sipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgas Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans Money making