Supa Fly (feat. Insane Poetry)

Yeah!

Danny Diablo ready!

Yeah! (yeah!)

Come on! (Come on!)

Yeah!

Uhh!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Uhh!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly

Yo, check this out, man!

I'm up in the cut not givin' a fuck

Bustin' nuts on bitches' guts

The fire starter (hah), eyes full of rage

Locked in a cage, turn the page (Woo)

My house (uh), my rules

Old school ****, singin' the blues

Come on, baby, let's all get down

Semi-automatic, let off a round

Down, down, down, down you go

Reach for the sky, go for broke

All set killer, no one iller

The Beast from the East, is ready to feast (Hah!)

Supa fly, supa fly

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly

Yeah!

It's cocaine in my nose (Fire!)

And propane in my flows (Whoo!)

Ain't no damn getting chose (LSP!)

The gang logo on the clothes (West Coast!)

Walk up in the spot drippin' pheromones (Uh)

White tees, VVS's on the herringbones (Yes)

On my Nip Huss, bitch, it is a marathon

Lookin' good to your sis, your aunt, and your moms (Aye)

Treat me just like a saint, like I'm a man of God

Devil in the flesh, fly, this is not a camouflage

All of this new era shit to me is cap now

Outside after fifty, still never back down

Supa fly, supa fly

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly

Supa fly, supa supa fly

Supa fly, supa fly