Reverse Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Drego] (Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up) Boy Ayy (Ron-Ron do that shit) [Chorus: Drego] Lil' bro, you gotta chill, this shit come with time (Man) They heard I'm a street lord like I fuck with Juan (Like I fuck with Juan) When he cookin' in the kitchen, you gotta close the blinds (Man, close the blinds) If we shootin' out the whip, he ain't under mines (He ain't under mines) Catch a nigga in the stu' while he rehearsin' lines And hit his ass in the head to see what's on his mind Nigga, murder, money, missions, that's what's on my mind I catch a flight out to LA just to reverse the time (Just to reverse the time, bitch) [Verse 1: Drego] 'Causе I need it back (I need it back) And when I touch down in your bity, bitch, I need a strap (Know that) And when we hop off on that road, wе get to runnin' laps (Know that) It's like I'm in the windy city how I'm blowin' bags [Verse 2: Beno] I'd rather for your mama cry than that my mama cry All this shit I did, bitch, it come with time (It come with time) I keep shootin' out, yeah, she wonder why (Yeah, she wonder why) Come back with fifty thou', yeah, bitch, voila (Beep) Lil' bitch think she a ten, but she a nine (She a nine) My dog on the block, yeah, he play the fire (Bitch) I get that shit in, then I send it out (Then I send it out) Yeah, this bitch on my dick, yeah, water mouth (Yeah, water mouth) Cook you up, I'll have a split serve you an ounce Shut up, bitch, is you in or is you out? I got a half a brick of dog on my other route (Ho) I stashed a hundred-fifty thousand in my unky house (Large) [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, made my first hundred bands out of towns Huh, mix that Fetty Wap with that Bobby Brown Huh, on my first stick I bought, it had a hundred rounds Huh, we used to slide on they block and make 'em James Brown, huh With this Glock 23, I'm like James Brown We ain't worried 'bout no murders, we got the bond They askin' me about some murders, I'm like, "What?", I'm Lil Jon Niggas askin' what that chain on my shirt? Bitch, that's Alkaline Huh, damn, this lil' bitch ain't never seen a real one Huh, Lonnie, why you tryna pimp on somebody daughter? Huh, you ain't never crept on a nigga, huh? Knocked the grill off Put a hole in his head, now dog, he a real dolphin [Chorus: Drego] Lil' bro, you gotta chill, this shit come with time (Man) They heard I'm a street lord like I fuck with Juan (Like I fuck with Juan) When he cookin' in the kitchen, you gotta close the blinds (Man, close the blinds) If we shootin' out the whip, he ain't under mines (He ain't under mines) Catch a nigga in the stu' while he rehearsin' lines (Boy) And hit his ass in the head to see what's on his mind Nigga, murder, money, missions, that's what's on my mind I catch a flight out to LA just to reverse the time (Just to reverse the time, bitch)