30 Boppa

(FOREVEROLLING) Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine If you got all bands you can put 50 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 ever snake me I think every day bout putting 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 take me Ahh ahh, 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 racing quanny on the ten speed Niggas sell so much dope in they raps and ain't got 10 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 Bisping I was selling midget bags for 18 like 6-3's I was telling 30 take a break he said he can't leave Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine If you got all bands you can put 50 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 bout putting 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 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 talking let's get to it Say they doing 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 pawning all his jewelry nigga can't be serious Just fast and the furious in the crown spot 10 block with a Curry shot, 30 got his 30 cocked 55 make y'all go into hiding, niggas rapping lies, ain't no flaw in mine I'm one of a kind I ain't hard to find young street guide me and all my guys on the island Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine If you got all bands you can put 50 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