Highing Fly

[Butterfly]
Hey
Glide through the corner bout peace the hour
Slide twenty spaces to mate a life
Went to my place, ain't nothing rehearsed
You wind at the box and they playing my joint
Uh huh
Limped through the concrete, the hell we a buzz
Afros, cubatas and the round ball cuffing
They say, what's happening?

[Ladybug]
What's happening nigga?

[Butterfly]
The six fly honeys and the new bomb tape
Nothing but the baby cutting jazzy core
While they kick a butter flow where the fly shit be had
We the most
Ninety three million miles
And i kicked that on everything
Time for the countdown mec

Gimme the countdown
Word
Hey
Right on
Hey
Block, blocks and blocks
Blocks...