Stove On High (feat. Stressmatic)

Ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!

We keep it lit up in this motherfucker

Bricks up in this motherfucker, we rich up in this motherfucker

Extra clips up in this motherfucker, Ziplocs in this bitch

Gumball pops in this bitch, culinary spoons in this bitch

Triple beams in this bitch

We take this shit serious, don't you get it mistaken

Poundin', it's our livelihood, our real occupation

Sweatin' in the kitchen with the bulletproof apron

Sippin' on the yola, 8 or 9 over, give or takin'

In the wee hours, shotgun hours

During this 2 to 4 hour run, we sell heroin

Outnumber the cops, me and my gang

Choppers fresh out the box, fresh off the train

Private property, me and my mans

Go in the mountains and practice shootin' you cans

We trained like the MMA in case we gotta knuck

Go in the garage and put on the gloves, bitch!

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high, ugh!

This a million-dollar spot, bitch, listen here

20 Thou-wow a week? That's a million a year

We with that action 'round here, 7-point-6-2's

We call it foot action, knock you up out your shoes

No forensics or clues, gangstas with short fuse

Get rid of our threats (What else?) and throw barbecues

We read the Robb Report, Forbes and the DuPont Register

We build the latest gadgets, cars, homes and jewelry

No foolery, we play the game for bread and meat

If we don't grit, then we don't eat

Airtight vacuum seal, pimp, no leak

Ran out of dope? Go green and sell broccoli, bitch!

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high, ugh!

Bitches and riches, whips on 6s, cars

Handlin' business, neighborhood superstars

No snitches, no witness, nigga, this block is ours

Wrought iron fences, windows and doors and bars

Sidewalk memorials, we pray and we mourn

Every time we lose one, another one's born

Look out for them boys, watch out for the Feds

They got new technology, gotta stay three steps ahead

They can see through walls with radio waves, not infrared

The Xaver 800 is now nationwide spread

Sometimes we look broke, so it won't seem so obvious

Even though they know we push coke, don't wanna attract a audience

When it come to the yola game, man, don't play

If you gon' do it, don't half-step, go all the way

Is it worth it? I don't know, my nigga, I can't say

You can live good for 6 years, but if

They catch you, it's all day, bitch!

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

Birds in the backroom that don't know how to fly (Fly)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high (High)

We got the stove on high, ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!

Sto-Sto-Sto-Stove on high

Ugh!