Saxophone Doom

[Hook: Curtis Williams] Yo Sweatbox hot, the block is on fire Looks like Mom and Pop, that’s right I’m a Dope head, drop out, drop-head recliner Get top, with no line, I’m top lining No top boys in yo’ set, so stop lying Kept the rhythm funky and fresh, for my body 6 gold chains on my neck, each sided Beat boys fresh for the set, no one timing [Verse 1: Jace] Haters get up off me, I’m fuckin’ saucy Michael Scott up in The Office, I’m fuckin’ bossy Yardman gone wazze, you can’t stop me Where de 'wana get it poppin’, now what the problem All my niggas got priors, they eaten’ pasta All my bitches wear heels, and they talk proper Clique wars, 5 mil, man it’s fuckin’ awesome Clipboard, 5 mil, man it’s fuckin’ awesome So tell me who gon’ fuckin’ stop us Nah nigga, no body Nah nigga, no body Guarantee you that my gang on it! [Verse 2: Curtis Williams] I guarantee that the gang on it Gave the girl the mic and she sang on it Flux made a beat and I bang on it Ass so fat, put a chain on it Hit it so good, put my name on it Hit it like I’m 'bout to put a ring on it But then I put the gang on it Ay, then I put the gang on it, Bitch! [Verse 3: Jace] Really way bigger than that, they can’t kill me Really way bigger than rap, they can’t feel me Know that I be smokin’ the pack, they can’t smell me Niggas know it ain’t really shit, they can’t tell me Ain’t a hoe I wanted to hit, that ain’t felt me Y’all need to quit ridin’ dick, it ain’t healthy See you sneak-dissing me still, you ain’t stealthy And you at ya grandma crib, you ain’t wealthy Hit the spot, then a bar, pop a bar loose Put in a jar, do it all, sip goose I been goin’ off, sayin’, “I ain’t hard” And I’m lookin’ at a broad like, “damn bitch who?” [Jace & Curtis Williams] [] Yeah? [] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa [] Aight let’s get it [Jace] [] Fuck what you think, it stick up Bad yellow thang get my dick up Hope you prepared Hope you prepared for the switcha’ I like to mix drugs with my liqua’, Kill it! I need them bags Fast as I can, yeah And I’mma go HAM 'Till Miss Piggy dough ham Yeah, smoke meet the gram At every chance At least when I can I’mma go in, and switch it again, go! Roll it up, gas In the living room How a nigga been living What he living through? I’mma show these bitch niggas What I’m finna do Tell the industry, “Fuck 'em and they interviews!” Got it (got it, got it, got it) Got it (got it, got it, got it) Alright Alright