[Intro]
(Got me walking down the street got my steep tech)
(Don't be asking what it is, you know it's steep tech)
(When I'm walking down the street I got my steep tech)

[Hook: Hak] [x2]
Any jacket
Steep tech, Barbour, racked it
I ain't throw no ones
I ain't throw no ones

[Verse 1: Sporting Life]
I wear Steep Tech like's it's a reflex
That blue joint it's called aztec
With that long bill, with those low sweats
My tracks ill and that's no sweat
I got back here, It ain't cold yet
But it's chilly out I got my steep tech
I was walking out, she had the pink vest
I said "Pardon me, is that Steep Tech?"

[Bridge: Hak]
Mami wearing Steep Tech
Hope she give me deep neck
Know she hold it down and she love from them V-Tec
(She ain't talk, she ain't talk, she ain't talk, she ain't talk)
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiki]
Steep tech on my back when I crack-a the day
I'm talkin' that Steep Tech
Talkin' that 8-Hunnid fill
No sweater that's cheap pressed and my feet sweat
When the heat Tec (sweatin')
Underneath my lee's
Next to my weed, next to my wallet
Over my knees and I be wilin
Pop out the sleeves, I could be getting, neck
Or be sprinting or on this train
And I be sweatin' cause of this leather
That I be wearin' cause of this weather
Half of this city yeah they be ight'
And they be tryna, tryna be gettin'
Every 700 one of these feathers
Every 700 one of these feathers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Despot]
Way back when it was my second skin
Tent and Trails would never let us in
Ever since I popped a Lizzy loose
Up in the fitting room and left it drenched in ink
Ditched the goose and I would get to boostin'
I was winterproof up in that Scotty Schmidt
If you knew the type of shit we'd do, to prove kids at school we could have better things
Just a kid from killer Queens who sell the shit that kill the fiends
To get ahead like guillotines and never ever spilled the beans
In any weather, rain or sleet or hail or snow, got slopes to ski
And you won't catch me springing leaks or slipping when them hills are steep.....TECH
[Verse 4: Princess Nokia]
It was cold outside, I'ma call you back
I’m on vacation now but I’ll be right back
I told Wiki first and then Sporting last
That I'ma rip that shit real quick and fast
Naomi Campbell attitude
My spirit’s cold
I’m bitchy, a la Dominique la Deveraux (Honesty)
An Eskimo
Play in the snow
A pretty ho
A la Brigitte Bardot
Flight is delayed so I’m stuck here at Paris
Come for my head I will leave you embarrassed
Bitches playside and I'm always advantaged
Got my career and you stuck with the carriage
I go so dumb I rip heads like a savage
Indian, Black, and a little bit Spanish
It’s a no flex do you know who my man is?
Cover to cover we living so lavish
Flex
I don’t ever stress
Always look the best, cause I only sign checks
Throw the check up for the sex
His new bitch vexed
I still got a picture on his gram, go check
Only chick that RATKING know that actually got the Steep Tech though
Only chick that RATKING know that actually got the Steep Tech though