Ask the Promoters Lyrics by Big Yavo & TLE Cinco
Gang we ain’t taking no chains no where on gang (lil boy) say what is you doing
I tell the plug shit gotta be musty I don’t want it if it ain’t got no odor tryna serve who at the door man this shit dead artist don’t get touched better ask the promoter bitch I’m from the hood n***** snatch out your motor lil N**** riding with switch’s like chauffeur he be scared and tell you to go first baby close yo legs cuz I want the throat first
get off this pack one call need some more work N**** told you he trapping but really a dope clerk he told you he trapping but he ain’t sold no dope you thinking about taking me that a no go loose stick bullets they bouncing like pogo when you walk in the trap you better make sure the door closed can’t from none now I’m richer than my teacher just walked in with a dirty two liter they play with fire I pull up with that heater I ain’t gotta rap I got bows of ether every day I get more money monefa pull up and serve old school out the regal I told bubba roll up this exato brand new Glock take dick like a thot hoe I asked the bitch is she fucking or not this off rolls got so many rocks
Aye aye I’m having fame but I lowered the blick get in court with the judge and act like I ain’t see shit lot of these N***** broke can’t beef with switch on the glick shit sound like a remix I’m in the kitchen cooking a deep dish she tryna fuck Mike Jack hoe beat it bitch leaving play with the gang is you tweaking designer drip having sauce and season drum with a switch on that Glock get popped she ain’t tryna fuck she kicking some rocks real hood baby n**** long live joc finesse juggin bitch stop this rap shit getting easy e we the n***** they wanna be got these young n***** spinning for free on me young n**** shooting from three deep in the field where the fuck is my cleats I pour a four and a soda I’m geeked codeine long live bank roll I keep it street stalking this opp like a mother fucking creep I got some ice on my teeth and there’s ice in my cup if fire work play and I’m lighting it up I was a loose screw had to tighten it up feeling this how but she dying to fuck
I tell the plug shit gotta be musty I don’t want it if it ain’t got no odor tryna serve who at the door man this shit dead artist don’t get touched better ask the promoter bitch I’m from the hood n***** snatch out your motor lil N**** riding with switch’s like chauffeur he be scared and tell you to go first baby close yo legs cuz I want the throat first