That's that Drac' squeeze
Let that Drac' breathe
(FOREVERROLLING)

Swingin' out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put fifty in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this nigga too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed
I pray every day that EST don't never snake me
I think every day about puttin' yall faces on white tees
I been up for months, it's on my mind, it's like I can't sleep
I'ma drop a million on they block before they take me

Frrt-ah, frrt-ah, let that Drac' squeeze
Made yo' mans a Dolphin, niggas must thought this was fake beef
Who would think the street where you grew up a place you can't be
Shed the light on Louisville gangsta trappers yall should thank me
Niggas couldn't control me I'ma boss it made them hate me
I had dreams of 'Rarris racin' Quanny on the ten speed
Niggas sell so much dope in they raps and ain't got ten G's
Niggas shoot so much guns in they raps how they ain't killed me
EST magician team, we turn y'all cows to swiss cheese
Bullets beat the shit out GMC's Michael Bispin'
I was sellin' midget bags for eighteen like 6-3's
I was tellin' 30 take a break he said he can't leave

Swingin' out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put fifty in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this nigga too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed
I pray every day that EST don't never snake me
I think every day about puttin' yall faces on white tees
I been up for months, it's on my mind, it's like I can't sleep
I'ma drop a million on they block before they take me

Before I left the hood I made sure everybody good
Never question where I stood, if it wasn't no line I drew it
I done flew it, I done grew it, I became I connoisseur
In my section I got pull
Fuck that talkin' let's get to it
Say they doin' good but could apply some pressure to big Don Juan
Type of nigga can't even send no blicks 'cause he wear pom-poms
Type of niggas pawnin' all his jewelry, nigga can't be serious
Just fast and the furious from the crown spot
10 block with a Curry shot, 30 got his 30 cocked
55 make y'all go into hidin', niggas rappin' lies, ain't no flaw in mine
I'm one of a kind I ain't hard to find
Young street nigga guide me and all my guys on the island

Swingin' out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put fifty in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this nigga too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed (hope these niggas ready)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.