No Promotion
We got the streets on locc
We got the streets on locc
We got to keep a glocc
We got to keep it hot
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Dont need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
I ain't shooting my shot bitch
I'm dunking I'm Blaking it
Less we talking bout a glocc bitch
Or some chopsticcs
Then I'm feeling like
Curry and Klay with it
To stressed, i roll a doley im facing it
To blessed, she on her knees
Like play with it pray with it
Eat it up right now baby
It aint no saving it
I was born a star
Like my mom pussy had Bape in it
Heard you on the blocc
Then we shakin' it
These bullets be frying
Like bacon bitch
That price on ya head
Is gon make me rich
Tell ya bitch we don't
Want no relationships
Speed in that whip
I'm to sturdy
Drive down your block
Like who heard me
It was early in the morning like 2:30
We shoot 3's this whip got 2 30's
I'm not the one to front on
Killing yo bitch then
Putting my son on
And these sticcs don't come off
Making the band
We just putt a new the drum on
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Dont need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
Feening she tasting it
I'm speeding in racing it, huh
She eating she taking it
I'm beating in breaking it, huh
I skeet on her facing it
Roll up and im facing it
She like Skeeno you facing it
Come on don't be basic bitch
Cuzz you a lil opp thot
Just give me some matta
And show me some opp spots
Give some opp drops
So we could spin opp blocks
Give a fuck bout a shot spot
Cuzz i stay shottas
Real niggas with knockers
Spin like helicopters
Holding with choppas
Give a fuck bout the coppers
Cuzz we up at the coppers uh
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Don't need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
We got the streets on locc
We got to keep a glocc
We got to keep it hot
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Dont need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
I ain't shooting my shot bitch
I'm dunking I'm Blaking it
Less we talking bout a glocc bitch
Or some chopsticcs
Then I'm feeling like
Curry and Klay with it
To stressed, i roll a doley im facing it
To blessed, she on her knees
Like play with it pray with it
Eat it up right now baby
It aint no saving it
I was born a star
Like my mom pussy had Bape in it
Heard you on the blocc
Then we shakin' it
These bullets be frying
Like bacon bitch
That price on ya head
Is gon make me rich
Tell ya bitch we don't
Want no relationships
Speed in that whip
I'm to sturdy
Drive down your block
Like who heard me
It was early in the morning like 2:30
We shoot 3's this whip got 2 30's
I'm not the one to front on
Killing yo bitch then
Putting my son on
And these sticcs don't come off
Making the band
We just putt a new the drum on
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Dont need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
Feening she tasting it
I'm speeding in racing it, huh
She eating she taking it
I'm beating in breaking it, huh
I skeet on her facing it
Roll up and im facing it
She like Skeeno you facing it
Come on don't be basic bitch
Cuzz you a lil opp thot
Just give me some matta
And show me some opp spots
Give some opp drops
So we could spin opp blocks
Give a fuck bout a shot spot
Cuzz i stay shottas
Real niggas with knockers
Spin like helicopters
Holding with choppas
Give a fuck bout the coppers
Cuzz we up at the coppers uh
We got the streets on locc we loaded
Don't need no promotion
These niggaz they know it
I just lost my brother
No laccn i'm throwing
I dig through these streets and these Coppers ain't chasing me
Speed in the V and
I'm feeling like breaking it
Hugging the corner like
It ain't no brakes in it
Lil mami just feening
She acting all nervous but tasting it
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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