Lyrics Walt and Jesse - Chris Webby, Sap

Walt and Jesse

See that he be s&leing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y’all can’t stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!
I was chilling up in South Beach kicking my feet up
Just got off tour trying to soak some UV’s up
Album on the source, label situation freezed up
Then I saw Sapsi, he was trying to cook some pizza!
Shit, that sounds right, look, I’mma grab the Jamo
Then I got the flight book, go and catch your plane bro!
(On my way Chris, you know that shit we make is so pure
Some of this clowns think they run us and they so sure
Cause when I’m here in the streets got me so bored
The fans don’t need to hear no more
But hey we gon chop the world after this shit we pull
Do it for the check but first for the pitbull
I always had a question,
Man you know how beats in school be kicking six fools
So we skip class, quick fast, and hit the jaw
Zip back on some Chemically Imbalanced!)
Shut your bitch ass!
So wait a minute while we go and hit the skylight
Cause I’m gone, the only way to go is to the darkside
I do whatever I like, now it’s a whole CD
Me and Sap up on the track it’s so eazy!
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby’s the supplier)
See that he be s&leing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y’all can’t stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!
Yo, Mr. White I need a beat!
(Webb I got you, get used to add an extra knock too, you know I got to
We 'bout to have the whole world buying this!)
Word?
Lemme try a hit!
Yeah, Science Bitch!
(You see we take a peace from the s&le
Ain’t a damn thing with my beats that we can’t do
Got so many stalls that we gon' have a handfull
Of this customers I swear the whole net gon' fuck with us)
You call it the Internet, but I call it the trap
I push my product on the book, the gram and snapchat
When I run out, I pick up my phone ASAP
And we cooking it well, getting mail from ASCAP
Selling tapes out the trunk, then they gotta love bigger
Now the fans lining up they been following twitter
I’mma DM this chick real quick, I’m trynna hit, you dig?
(Come on Webb you know we on the clock nigga!)
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby’s the supplier)
See that he be s&leing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y’all can’t stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!