Scared Of Heights
Allstar Lee, Bo Skeet, Boldy James
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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 F*ck 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 f*ck Out of here, now, tonight, ok? You run you die
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Written by: James Jones, Leon Mills, Leon Mills Jr., Miguel Brown
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