’Bout To Blow Caskey (Ft. Dre Fresh & New Eraa)

[Intro: Caskey]
Bow, shit
Hey, I think I'm 'bout to blow
Caskey, New Eraa, Dre Fresh

[Verse 1: Caskey]
I pulled up with my partner, Fresh, like Illuminati
Seeing everything, ain't stressing a body
I'm sunken low in my seat, got my window
Elevating while I'm twisting up this Indo

[Hook: Caskey & New Eraa]
And I think I'm 'bout to blow, kush into the sky
Push it to the limit, boy, you pussy in disguise
I could see it in your eyes, that you not meant to make it
I'm a magazine cover in the makin', I think I'm 'bout to blow
Same herb, gettin' smoke
Same words, cop a different boat
They say, "I think you 'bout to blow, nigga"
They say, "I think you 'bout to blow, nigga"
Bitch, I think I'm bout to blow

[Verse 2: Caskey]
Sup? Low with my killer ride
Blunt smoke exit through my window, I'm a killer, right?
Conceal the white, complexion: fishscale
And if we focus on this detail, make a mill tonight
Kill the lights, bitch, I got her feeling like
Something 'bout to change and my lane is the illest type
Reveal the hate, beef arrive and I steal the plate
Ain't got time for bitch motherfuckers, they don't appeal to greats
And who am I? Jordan on an Ambien
All of my haters, they busy sleeping on a champion
Ample amounts of evidence cancel out
All the talking, they knowing just what I'm 'bout
I think I want it all, you just want a part of it
I'm up at the finish line, you just got your starter kit
I beat in the heart of this, you could feel it in my veins
Sipping on a Coke while I'm thinking 'bout the game