I'm Known to Get Fly

[Trae] I'm a 20 twin glider, four do' lane shaker Jazzy bitch conversater, with mo' game than the Lakers A renegater on the block, for you jocks that knock Fit around my drop swanging the lot, for all you jackas and cops It don't stop roll the block, sitting low in the Hoopa Screens on shining bright, we hang and witness the Koopa I'd done grabbed the ruger for the plex, to let you know I ain't pardon it Bogaurding the boulevard, and bleed the block till I'm scored in it With Mr. 3-2, we glass 4's on fo's The Screwed Up Click in the do', just to let a nigga know Southside Houston Texas, so hatas you better chill We thugging with many skills, my nigga that's on the real I'm 21 young in the game, never be shady Running through all the ladies, now they wanting my baby Never that, I'm too playa to fall off And I ain't taking no loss, know what I'm talking bout [Chorus - 2x] I'm known to get fly, when I drop my top Vibrating the block, we grind and yellow bops Like a SK shot, I'm known to stand out Five screens on drop, know what I'm talking bout [Mr. 3-2] It go down with me, it ain't hard to see The G-O-V, I represent reality Mr. 3-2, fat domino Street game in the line, I'm in a 6 double 0 Big Benz, I'm pulling up on boys 2002, I'm in a brand new toy Huh, pretty much, really though Mr. 3-2 said, Snoop Dogg is a hoe I said that huh, what you wanna do Bitch don't make me, click on you It go down, with The Screwed Up Click All y'all get off, the Southside dick It go down, with the S.U.C. (S.U.C.) It go down, with the G-O-V (G-O-V) It go down, with the G-O-V (G-O-V) Mr. 3-2, bitch vote for me [Chorus - 2x] [Dougie D] What you know about a Southside, GS nigga Dougie stepping out with the locks, on the blocks when I'm flipping Flyer than a motherfucker, so you bitches gon watch me Top down, screens on, while the trunk steady knocking Spinning out on 22's, skating lane down the field With a brown or a yellow, or a throwed senorita Trying to catch me trying to stop me, but you boys gon chill Down South we wood wheels, blowing pounds of the kill Catch Dougie popping collas, showing out on you hoes I ain't tricking with these bitch niggas, I ride for my dogs Peep me two deep, sideways on a switch My baby Rain in the back, on the Playstation and shit Candy dripping still sipping, shining bright like a star In the big body Benz, dranking straight out the jar A H-Town hot boy, represent for the Maab I'm known to get fly, nigga cause of my job [Chorus - 2x] I'm known to get fly I'm known to get fly, when I drop my top I'm known to get fly I'm known to get fly, when I drop my top I'm known to get fly I'm known to get fly, when I drop my top I'm known to get fly I'm known to get fly, know what I'm talking bout