Highing Fly

[Butterfly] Hey Glide through the corner bout peace the hour Slide twenty spaces to mate a life Went through my place, ain't nothing but hers 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...