[Verse 1: Steady Tek-Nick]
Make sure the liq is check
Make sure the weed is check
And shawty wit her thick dress in her Gucci split neck
Plus her lips wet out of respect
I told her I’m over the clouds
When wit her tho mind sober
Make me climb mountains high colder
Than bricks, same bricks flip em twice fold for
Your manicure, shopping
Ice and many cures, options
Endless, candy-stores hop in
Manners, leave 'em home shouting
Living wild it ain't no stopping, it ain't no stopping
Burn one down, you my co-pilot
Iris popping out in your zone minding
Your business like we don’t lack resource
And substance is plenty if its what u asking for
[Hook: Steady Tek-Nick]
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
Head spinning round n round just like it’s disco
Living on cloud 9 where will I drift to
Gone and I don’t I miss ya
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
Head spinning round n round just like it’s disco
Living on cloud 9 where will I drift to
Gunning I won’t miss ya
[Verse 2: Steady Tek-Nick]
Reality check
And my salary’s less
So I’m bound to the flesh wit no bounties invest
Last check was bounce back so I roll up instead
Cuz stress is kicking in
My head to the sky is how I feel genuine
My fam talking on my back, I must hit the mute
Pretend I can’t hear just like TV news
Pop a couple pills just to feel renewed
Need a house on the hill wit them ceiling views
All my life my dreams have been ridiculed read a psalm
Take my poems , rip a hole thru the sheets
Take ‘em back to the streets where drums clap to the beats
While unpacking the heat Steady Tek-Nick
Ducking stray shots from police
Dodging 8 cops for the grease let this beast off his leash
[Hook: Steady Tek-Nick]
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
Head spinning round n round just like it’s disco
Living on cloud 9 where will I drift to
Gone and I don’t I miss ya
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
Head spinning round n round just like it’s disco
Living on cloud 9 where will I drift to
Gunning I won’t miss ya
[Outro: Steady Tek-Nick]
Gunning I won’t miss ya, gunning I won’t miss ya
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
Gunning I won’t miss ya, gunning I won’t miss ya
You wit the shits tho, I’m on them shits hoe
