Promotion lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I just had it, the variety of the world, ha
No cap

[Verse]
Lil' b*tch need her a promotion (No rap)
This chop go crazy, sh*t clap sh*t up, sh*t sing just like Frank Ocean (Frank Ocean)
Broke-ass n*gga need to get him some motion (Some motion)
Drop b*tch, she tryna f*ck with no trollin' (No trollin')
Pick her out, he a b*tch, I don't even want it
Know I get to blowin' when I see opponents
Scared-ass n*gga, you ain't even know
I know jit gon' blow, it's when I get to blowin'
That b*tch stay on me and you don't even know
I tell her from Bragg', her throat get to goin'
If she don't suck di*k in the lot, then she borin' (Big Bragg')
While these n*ggas sleep, b*tch, I'm uppin', I'm goin' (I'm goin')
Last n*gga had ranned out, we left him snorin' (Snorin')
In the back of the head with a Drac', then I throw it (Keep goin')
b*tch, turn me up, don't turn me down (Don't turn me down)
Don't wanna catch in my side of town (My side of town)
Posted in an opp block, gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)
Can't run from this Drac', b*tch, I'ma shoot around (Where you goin'? Yeah, drop him off)
Pop out the cut, b*tch, don't make a sound (Yeah)
Sixty-round in the chop, but we got hella rounds (Hella rounds)
I'm tryna beat Lib when we cruise down town (Step, step)
I'm in the block just like shock 'em
Get to blowin' this b*tch, make a f*ck n*gga dip
(b*tch, I got the sauce, the chips in a dip)
This b*tch on my waist like she glued to my hip
These n*ggas be witness, they give police tips
We find out he got it, put that fire on his lip
Put his head in a box, you be asked on sh*t
[Outro]
No rap, no rap, no rap
Mr. 556, Danube Lane up in this b*tch
We catch 'em, shoot 'em all in his sh*t
Uh-uh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Fish Fry Gang, b*tch, you know we too lit