(feat. Mr. 3-2)


[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 x2]

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 x2]


[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 niggaz, 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 x2]


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