Saxophone Doom - Flux Pavilion, Curtis Williams, Jace

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

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!

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!

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?»

Yeah?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Aight let’s get it

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