"Scared Of Heights" lyrics
(feat. All Star Lee & Bo Skeet)
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
Yeah it's two times, get a bag boys, the mob nigga
Cinder block, Concreatures (Bo what's the situation?)
You know how we coming stop playing (Blocks what's the situation?)
Yes, yes... come on
Get that load in then we put the press to it
Get that boy uncut then put some steps to it
Man this shit right here could take a six
Put some stress to it
Any obstacles we come across we put some death to it (Bulletholes)
My T-shirt alone? 28 grams of Gelato
Got that Listerine nut, these hoes catch it and gargle (Bitch)
Come to close I'mma spark you
So you better think better nigga (Boop boop)
Steer myself in my own lane like the Tesler, nigga (In my own lane)
Heard they want to test a nigga- well I'mma ace it (What?)
Wasted flesh and faces off gold bottles of Aces (Blow)
Playing around with us? Dog high- he got some meth in him (Tripping)
Broski got the pints he the Redman like Meth with it
Get a bag boy, with Concreatures on a cinder block
Girly cold, and she got potential? I'mma send her out (Now take these pills)
Five star food in the spot, we selling dinners out
Drip sauce on your main hoe, I'm 'bout to dick her down, nigga (Bitch)
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
There's levels to this shit, I'm on the pedestal (Levels)
Looking down on niggas, my next move will be my best move
Hard grizzies of the dog, now it's crush grew (Uh)
You flex your muscle, I'm exercising the hustle
I just moved them blessings from jefe, SK
With the stock if you come with that [?]
In the zone like the mid eighties, you get did dirty (Mitch)
On sauce, peach water got your bitch thirsty (Whooo)
Max spitter on the magic wand
Beaming fiends up to Scotty
That monkey make 'em nod
The Wiz Doctor, rest in peace for a concoction
That'll have me going crazy with the dumb pockets
On the roll with my dog and it's stuff with Rooney
When we touch back down, we doing the foolery (Dumb)
I'm Coolio, where the money at and the green?
I'm tryna catch the next wave so I'm in the sea
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
All these seals of the maple make me feel better (Where we at)
Dingy scale on the table next to my pill etcher (Uh-huh)
Brody just wrote, said they sent him his appeal letter
And it's looking good like he finna give his time back
Got all plugs, and OT numbers in my contacts
My youngins singing on the dot killing for them contracts (Blocks)
Thousand band fonty, got a million dollar mindset (Cha-ching)
Another first forty-eight, that's a cold case (Framework)
Judge sent shorty up state, with the boldface
Contemplating, just awaiting his parole date
Made man, name on the street still hold weight (The rank)
The plot thickens, all my niggas in the spot clicking
I hop, skip to UTEP and Moneymox with it (Skrttt)
I two-step it, drop-kick it, then I pot-whip it (Uh-uh-uh)
I drop-step, post pivot, hit the block with it
We got the game tied up, nigga, stop tripping
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
Heavy on the 227
The incredible Blocks
Boldy Blake-O
All this does, is up the stakes of the game
Fuck the stakes Boldy
I mean the only person that thinks this is a game to is you man
This is real, I mean this is serious shit, and I am scared ok?
So I say we get the fuck out of here, now, tonight, ok?
You run you die
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
Yeah it's two times, get a bag boys, the mob nigga
Cinder block, Concreatures (Bo what's the situation?)
You know how we coming stop playing (Blocks what's the situation?)
Yes, yes... come on
Get that load in then we put the press to it
Get that boy uncut then put some steps to it
Man this shit right here could take a six
Put some stress to it
Any obstacles we come across we put some death to it (Bulletholes)
My T-shirt alone? 28 grams of Gelato
Got that Listerine nut, these hoes catch it and gargle (Bitch)
Come to close I'mma spark you
So you better think better nigga (Boop boop)
Steer myself in my own lane like the Tesler, nigga (In my own lane)
Heard they want to test a nigga- well I'mma ace it (What?)
Wasted flesh and faces off gold bottles of Aces (Blow)
Playing around with us? Dog high- he got some meth in him (Tripping)
Broski got the pints he the Redman like Meth with it
Get a bag boy, with Concreatures on a cinder block
Girly cold, and she got potential? I'mma send her out (Now take these pills)
Five star food in the spot, we selling dinners out
Drip sauce on your main hoe, I'm 'bout to dick her down, nigga (Bitch)
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
There's levels to this shit, I'm on the pedestal (Levels)
Looking down on niggas, my next move will be my best move
Hard grizzies of the dog, now it's crush grew (Uh)
You flex your muscle, I'm exercising the hustle
I just moved them blessings from jefe, SK
With the stock if you come with that [?]
In the zone like the mid eighties, you get did dirty (Mitch)
On sauce, peach water got your bitch thirsty (Whooo)
Max spitter on the magic wand
Beaming fiends up to Scotty
That monkey make 'em nod
The Wiz Doctor, rest in peace for a concoction
That'll have me going crazy with the dumb pockets
On the roll with my dog and it's stuff with Rooney
When we touch back down, we doing the foolery (Dumb)
I'm Coolio, where the money at and the green?
I'm tryna catch the next wave so I'm in the sea
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
All these seals of the maple make me feel better (Where we at)
Dingy scale on the table next to my pill etcher (Uh-huh)
Brody just wrote, said they sent him his appeal letter
And it's looking good like he finna give his time back
Got all plugs, and OT numbers in my contacts
My youngins singing on the dot killing for them contracts (Blocks)
Thousand band fonty, got a million dollar mindset (Cha-ching)
Another first forty-eight, that's a cold case (Framework)
Judge sent shorty up state, with the boldface
Contemplating, just awaiting his parole date
Made man, name on the street still hold weight (The rank)
The plot thickens, all my niggas in the spot clicking
I hop, skip to UTEP and Moneymox with it (Skrttt)
I two-step it, drop-kick it, then I pot-whip it (Uh-uh-uh)
I drop-step, post pivot, hit the block with it
We got the game tied up, nigga, stop tripping
I'm an Am-Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper (You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full of graham crackers (Uh-huh)
Hand to hand trapper, counting up them band rackers (Yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with the shell catcher
Buck fifty in the Kel-Tec apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that's a deal breaker (Where we at with it?)
A nigga can't be scared of heights for that real checker (Yeah)
Heavy on the 227
The incredible Blocks
Boldy Blake-O
All this does, is up the stakes of the game
Fuck the stakes Boldy
I mean the only person that thinks this is a game to is you man
This is real, I mean this is serious shit, and I am scared ok?
So I say we get the fuck out of here, now, tonight, ok?
You run you die
