Yard Act
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[Chorus: YG Teck]
I jump in and yank off
I don't do no backing out
Ain't even trying to bump into you twice
Rather cash him out
More money than the lawyers
But I took the savage route
Stepping on a bricky in the street
But I'm halfway out
One foot in, one foot out (Yes)
I can't, I want a drought
I know you cherish that shit you got left
That's cuz you running out (Brokey!)
Made slow days fast time
Got .40s, had nines
Pro-Day I did four flat
Now it's draft time
[Verse 1: YG Teck]
One foot in, one foot out
Hard and smack plays
10 stack play
I'm coming out early like half-day
(Yuh)
I can drop some music now
And wait 'til the cash pay
Or step on some shit and eat fast and
About this track
"Draft Time" is a song by YG Teck from the album 4th Quarter (Gangsta Grillz), released in 2024. The song was written by Aero, DJ Drama, HardKnock, Leaf Ward, NASG Chaz, YG Teck. It was produced by Aero, HardKnock.
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YG Teck →Don't tax pay
I been doing good though
Everything legitimate
Ain't serve a nigga in a long time but still
A get him hit
Still know how it's getting mixed
Press 'еm like they getting bеnched
Oh you tired of niggas getting over?
Ngiga get a fence
Teck how you really been?
I'm having my way sir
I just vaccum sealed 500 cash today sir
Heard you grabbed another truck
Sorry but you late
63s, TrackHawks, tech package not the
Base sir
[Chorus: YG Teck]
I jump in a yank off
I don't do no backing out
Ain't even trying to bump into you twice
Rather cash him out
More money than the lawyers
But I took the savage route
Stepping on a bricky in the street
But I'm halfway out
One foot in, one foot out (Yes)
I can't wait, I want a drought
I know you cherish that shift you fot left
That's cuz you running out (Brokey!)
Made slow days fast time
Got .40s, had nines
Pro-Day, I did four flat
Not it's draft time
[Verse 2: NASG Chaz]
I told my coach I wasn't playing, took of
My shit and put in work
Think he his brother biggest fan, that
Nigga picture on his shirt
Put him in the team spirit, I really ain't a
Spirit guy
I don't fly Spirit but I done made some
Niggas spirit fly
Go on the run for 90 days
I ain't counting what I made
If you catch me at a party better bet I'm
Getting paid
Every time we pop. out at the club that
Shit be a parade
Bottles of the Ace
Diamonds, jackboys, we playing Spades
Watched the opp run a 4 flat
Thought he was the fastest 'til my
Shooter chased him down
He the one should've got drafted
Aside from all that dissing he pry
Could've made it rapping
Was a star, we put his ass under a rock
Fuck he Patrick?
[Chorus: YG Teck]
I jump in a yank off
I don't do no backing out
Ain't even trying to bump into you twice
Rather cash him out
More money than the lawyers
But I took the savage route
Stepping on a bricky in the street
But I'm halfway out
One foot in, one foot out (Yes)
I can't wait, I want a drought
I know you cherish that shift you fot left
That's cuz you running out (Brokey!)
Made slow days fast time
Got .40s, had nines
Pro-Day, I did four flat
Not it's draft time
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