Stepped in wavy as **** and higher than that I'm like oh well This stress cant buy me a buck I eye up a pattern I'm like Odell I step and I drip and I splash it ain't nothing mad we pull up and shell They pull it and tell all their friends we put it fullest then do it again Stepped in the booth all wavy and higher than that this might go well No less 'tryna twist this pack and kiss this zoot that man just built Billing up tracks and listening back 'tryna bill these racks and stack that still Stiller than mannequins get you spot in the Vatican we put the mass in appeal I roll in gassed with the gas on E but I'm not that tall I can't see why they're 'tryna clock mans lean All I'm 'tryna do is ball get that stack n bag that P All I'm 'tryna do is stack got no time for all this beef Man we stepped in flexing nah no G checks we don't pep to beef If your talking pills it's red or blue no it ain't ecstasy All the talk get chilled out in ice serve that cat he a fiend To the net and chicks that bend their back and arch and slant for a fee They say she's looking for me Don't know what to tell her it wasn't to be I'd Rather look at the views They'd rather summon a beast Was stuck and confused still held it down for my G's Even when there was nothing for me We run up a muck on the loose and pour up this 'Henny These bitches is hung on the Goose and all in my jeans I shout out the truth and tell 'em what's up I don't give a **** I'm keeping it me All of these fumes that's up in my lungs helped put a tap on the demon in me So when I'm booth I smoke 'till I'm numb just so I can put what I'm feeling on beats It's nothing but dumb look what you done **** what it was your scheming on me Stepped in the booth all wavy and higher than that I'm like oh well No less 'tryna twist this pack and kiss this zoot that man just built Billing up tracks and listening back 'tryna bill these racks and stack that still Stiller than mannequins get you spot in the Vatican we put the mass in appeal No matter how many times man shell it Still couldn't drop that mic and 'leff it All now 'bruddas ain't clocked this mileage Still gotta get this rise this mic and set it How many times did man have 'convos 'Bout all of the ways I'm set in I ain't got 9 like Rondo But what on to might upset 'em I been out here with a crossbow Still it's a shock how mans Van Helsing Everything mans on pronto Or it's Norway (no way) like mans from Oslo Ain't working curb it shelf it 'Cah I gotta get these things done pronto Calm in rain no poncho moretime high and jaded (yeah) Hearts got frost on trust me darg I'm jaded not complacent soon we gone gone Don't give two ****s 'bout buss down still might shoot me a 'vid no watch on I shout out the truth and tell 'em what's up I don't give a **** I'm keeping it me All of these fumes that's up in my lungs helped put a tap on the demon in me So when I'm booth I smoke 'till I'm numb just so I can put what I'm feeling on beats It's nothing but dumb look what you done **** what it was you scheming on me Stepped in the booth all wavy and higher than that I'm like oh well No less 'tryna twist this pack and kiss this zoot that man just built Billing up tracks and listening back 'tryna bill these racks and stack that still Stiller than mannequins get you spot in the Vatican we put the mass in appeal Song Written By: Kurtis "Kurly" Thompson