30 Boppa
EST Gee
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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 F*ck 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)
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Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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