Free the President (feat. B-Rowe, Lazy Drew & 1400Casper)

So h-how does this work, do you send Ambassador Rodman to North Korea on your behalf
I read somewhere that you'd be sending Hulk Hogan to Syria
Or is that more of a job for Tonya Harding

Zach, he-he's not our ambassador

What should we do about North Ikea

Ay, runnin' up the bands like a president
The way I'm comin' in is like a pelican
And he be in the closet with the Skeletons
Malevolent Lamborghini thats heaven scent
Ay I'm whippin' round town, smokin' on dodo
C-c-catch me on probation so I watch out for that po' po'
And I'm pourin' that fo' fo'
8 bodies like Astro World
T-t-tick tock, big Glock, get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks, all up in my ear ain't no slip knots
This block got six opps, I know this shit get real hot
You know I keep that steel Glock
Banana peel stay real hot
Undercover a real cop, 'Ion care he still get shot
Rasta all up in the blunt that I'm smokin'
Kickin' down his do' like a Trojan

Why don't we move on
I have to know, what is it like to be the last black president

L-l-let me talk my shit
Pop eight xans why I walk like this
Sippin' fake lean better stop that shit
If she up ten bands I'ma rob my bitch
If my son turn snitch, I'ma pop my kid
Glock 9 with a switch, keep it on my hip
Got caught with some coke, but it's not my brick
I'ma keep servin' dope till they lock my wrists
O-o-one two three to the four five six
I'ma tie you to a bridge, throw some rope off it
Hit a lick on the plug got some Phone Posits
I could take a pound of weed, make the most off it
When I pulled out my gun he got so silent
Pour a six of the Triss, I got closed eyelids
Like bro I can't even open my fuckin' eyes right
I feel like a plumber cuz I got that shit on me
Walk in the party with 500 pills on me
Might run for president, feelin' like Mitt Romney
Used to be broke, now they callin' me big homie
I ain't no cripple but I got that stick on me
If you switch up than don't call me for shit homie
Walk in the club and I'm drippin' in Rick Owens
Acting like my money gone, now that bitch owe me
Bought an FN it came with a extension
Pop a xan and a half when I'm stressin'
My doc gave me 30's to cure my depression
I'm sippin' that drank like I work at concession
Robbin' producers in studio sessions
Fiendin' for lean think i need intervention
Bitch pay me money don't pay me attention
I met my first plug at a mushroom convention
Ya bitch its KSP B-Rowe and Lazy Drew bitch!

Ran a third time, it'd be sorta like doing a third Hangover movie
Didn't really work out very well did it
Now I have to say that I've seen this show before and, uh
Some of the episodes have probably been a little bit better than this

I only take my bills and digits by the triple
You look a little lost so let me lay it simple (Lay it simple)
I'm stuck with a lazy eye lid but I see it as more of a symbol
And I walk with a limp but I dare you to call me a cripple
I'm poppin' like pimples, I dunk when I dribble
I came in like beast mode, double the skittles
My life like a riddle, I'm feelin' so sly
So now that they think I'm the fox and the fiddle
But this ain't no fable, I came out like a horse at the stables
Reversin', I'm turnin' the tables
My title got too many labels
I got so much green that they thought I was the Green Gables
I-I-I'm in a movie, I chill with the goonies
I'm geekin' with Shaggy we smokin' on Scoobies
I'm beating her down when she do me
She grab on my Uzi and spray like I play Call of Duty
Body all red like rubies
I din't know what to do, plus she was a beauty
Swear I've seen this in a movie,
Man what the fuck was she doin' I think I'ma lose it
I cannot drive but I walk where I'm hangin'
KSP B-Rowe and me really bangin'
I cannot hear what the fuck is you sayin'
And she on her knees but you know she ain't prayin'