Draft Time

[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

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