Promotion lyrics

by

Cyraq


[Intro: Charlie Murphy]
b*tch!
Things, like, escalated to the point where
You know, my man got too familiar
And I ended up having to whip his ass
Man you know, because, you know
He stepped across the line
Habitually, he's a habitual line stepper

[Verse: Cyraq]
Glock 26 finna show his emotions
Get put on a shirt if you want a promotion
Walk in the party I'm strapped like a trojan
Mug, Imma wet this ho up to a ocean


Boy you gon die better stop trynna fight

n*gga I sleep with the Glock every night
You popped like bacon or sugar and rice
Gotta new opp b*tch and I f*cked like twice
Imma shoot if you think I'm a punching bag
n*gga swing in the party we stomp his ass
Boy I'm cleaning the ho like a laundry mat
He can't come to the hood we gon punk his ass
Up with the AR make him suck on the titty
Just like a guitar Imma rock with the glizzy
I'm trippin, I'm spinnin, we bustin, we chasin the witness
He died on the freeway he finished
We gon put a beam on him while he at work
This n*gga pus*y lil bro finna squirt
Ran off on a white boy he called me a j*rk
Glock 26 this ain't no nerf


My Chinese b*tch gon eat me with chopsticks

And n*gga my favorite sister a opp b*tch
Try to drive by and get shot in the c*ckpit
Kill a n*gga, shoot guns, so die b*tch
Birds dissin and I won't let it fly b*tch
Ion question so you don't gotta lie b*tch
See, Imma head shot him and my b*tch
Don't ask for my gun you ain't touchin my sh*t
Fresh off a lick with a band in my pocket
I'm pumpin the gas with my hand in my pocket
I'll be on her later Imma shoot like the Rockets
I just f*cked yo b*tch and I'm breakin her wallet
Glock on my hip got em bouncin like titties
For roachin get put in the air like a pigeon
Me and Eric tote 30s pull up and get silly
On bloods I'll slap me a n*gga like Nipsey
We finna shoot put the dice on his head
Cyraq with a bag put a price on his head
Kidnap yo partna and chop off his leg
Pull up with a choppa we choppin his dreads
You gon teleport when my n*ggas hop out
Boy no education you finna drop out
In a party get shot, or get knocked out
Go get a toaster I'm finna pop out
Please don't die for actin too bold
And I'm still gon slide when I'm real real old
It's a drum on a Glock or a di*k in this ho
I ain't answer the phone cuz yo b*tch in this ho
[Outro: Cyraq]
b*tch! (pus*y!)
(Gun shot noises)
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