The Promotion - GQ

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Yea

I think they want that real shit Eric G

‘Ey look, I ain’t got no rock in my sock or no grill in my mouth

But when he talk, he still shine, bought more blinds for the house

Grand slam, Denny’s my lucky penny still in the couch

Monster left from underneath the bed but ghost still in my house

Wrapped tight like a boa constrictor killin' a mouse

Give a fuck about your feelin’s, fuck nigga, feelings is out

Who the fuck can hang with 'Q, I make it hard to name a few

Kick it like a kangaroo and got most stealin' my pouch

I’m wylin', straight tripping like stomachs and malt liquor

Tell me she brought weed, I thankfully brought swishas

Miss Marley Malibu, my barbie a doll flipper

Thick thighs, bite size I call her my small snicker

Hit the back room, now they on my tip like bartenders

Came in a tfive, left at one I feel like Don Richards, huh

Tryna keep up, life is but a sweet drug

All you niggas do is bite, rappin' on a flea rug

The world’s a big place, I’m just tryna see most of it

30 on a jet ski, 40 makin' the ocean twitch

I draw attention like every line I open with

I’m just tryna double up without looking at Olsen clips

Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin' this

You ain’t think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this

They lyin', they ain’t comin' close to this

And for the haters I’mma do the most with this

It ain’t too much talking goin on huh?

Ain’t talkin as much Millions

Clown ass niggas, still poppin' on ‘em

Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin' this

You ain’t think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this

They lyin', they ain’t comin' close to this

And for the haters, I’mma do the most with this

Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin' this (x4)

It’s a couple people that’s probly gon' hate me

But more that’s gon' love me

Snappin' on some shit like my godson, crappin' in huggies

Oh my god son, as soon as I get it crackin' it’s ugly

Flow killed them, that’s what’s happened, that why my napkin is bloody

Go figure, how this nigga just tight as wrappin' a mummie

Hoes runnin' like Pitino with a trap in Kentucky

Man I’m cool as models in Colorado sippin' a slushie

Bounced out like a dead ball floor seaters can touch me

More shots, I’m just duckin' like Plucky

Mind packed like a party in heaven thrown above me

If you love me you should let me know, heard life kinda short

‘86 delivered to my parents by the flyest stork

Gettin' up like aisle seats, they ain’t on my style Reese

These rappers a piece of candy I’m thinkin' like «how sweet»

The talkin' they was talkin' gettin' quiet

I’m calm but inside of my head is a riot

Whatchu sellin, I don’t buy it, not even on sale though

Every time she come around I leave her like a whale show

I told you no one even close to this

And for the haters, wait let me quote this shit

Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin' this

You ain’t think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this

They lyin', they ain’t comin' close to this

And for the haters I’mma do the most with this

We just doin' what we do mane

Town shit, 5−1-0, still poppin' on ‘em

‘Ey, Millions, niggas was talkin' too much right that’s all they do

Niggas dont' really do shit, they just talk

Look at us though, ha ha

Eric G what’s happenin, you know, wylin' and shit

You know why?

I’m probly cooler than I need to be, nigga

Yea, I’m probly cooler than I need to be, nigga

Straight up, yea

I’m probly cooler than I need to be

Yea, one more time man

Eric G, right