[Tek] (Steele)

Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough

Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow

Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home

Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk

(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition

There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)

Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass

My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash

(Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car

Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy

(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about

Gotta make sure everything secure

Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands

The man's out heavy today

I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)

Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out

Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce

Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals

Proper attire for all criminals

Blazed up the clip, loads up the 45th

If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff

Who dem man there gon rap on my door

Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)

Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety

(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets

Twist up some trees before we jet)

True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee

Even though you know it make our pockets go empty

(But no less about to starved into free men

So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)

Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1

The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn

(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid

Forget about the dough, let's do it

I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you

out