Video Draft Time de Aero 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aero - Draft Time Lyrics

[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