Presidents - Extended Remix
I'm finna spend me a hundred bands
Look at the money that's comin' in
Crashin' my vette, then I hop in that culinan
Chop on my hip it start s- s- s- stutterin'
I caught his brother and left that boy stumblin'
If he spin back, I pull up with my brother man
Dick in his bitch, I turned him to her other man
I need to calm down
What they tell me, but I ain't gon' stop now
Wanted smoke so I'm bringin' that fire out
Catch him lackin' and my brothers pop out
Y'all my sons and you all need a timeout
Lie on me, who the fuck is you talkin' bout (I- I- I-)
I'm rollin' up with my brodie
My pockets on Broly, on Kayte, they big and they growing
I call up my homie, he shootin' your spot up
He lettin' it blow and that shit sound like (Fah, Fah)
Haha, I'm feelin' cocky, I'm talkin' my rah rah
Kick a bitch out and I'm tellin' her "Hasta"
Heh, "luego"
I done upgraded my payroll (Ay)
Niggas they know that I keep me a nine, right
Run up on me, then you get hit nine times
Niggas they know that I been on time, right
Come through your block, bitch, I'm finna shine bright
Real killer shit, creep up from behind, right
Nigga thought that he was takin' my life
AK on me, feel like hitler
Run up on me, these shots won't miss ya
Bro did him back, yeah we done blitzed em'
Blueface on me think I'm crippin'
I fuck with some fives, and I fuck with the sixes
Red tip in the FN gon' rip em'
Heard the car, hop out, we gon' clip em'
Like CP3 when he played for the Clippers
Run up on me, big Glock gon' lift up
This bitch like a razor the way you get split up
Get a bag that's my number one mission, the jewelry different, Dior what I'm steppin' in
Y- y- yeah I came from the 'Roe, from the trenches, not talkin' bout benchin', but you Know I'm reppin' it
Them commas and digits is all in my interest, I hop in the whip and I'm wreckin' it
People wanna keep talkin', I wanna keep ballin', they throwin' shade, I'm throwin' Presidents
Yeah, I'm feelin' like damn
I'm throwin' multiple bands
Multiple hundreds that fill up my pants
Slide on the ops and I'm fadin' his mans
If they lie on my name then I'm finna throw hands
Ay, no melody but this berretta singin'
G- G- God on my side, but I slide with my demons
They treated me odd so I'm back to get even
I run up a bag so they know that I mean it
Count hundreds
All my money it come in abundance
Put my dick in that lil' bitch stomach
Get the glick and I got that shit drummin', heh
Put the beam to his eye like it's lasik
I'm gon' take it to ten like I'm Daytrip
Smokin' wood and that shit got me faded
Feelin' good I know that's why I'm hated, hold up
Wait where the beat at
Fuckin' that bitch, tell me relax
Poppin' a pill I'm gon' relapse
Dot on yo head, where my beam at
I'm on the beat I'm gon' eat that
Told em' that I'm finna-
Get a bag that's my number one mission, the jewelry different, Dior what I'm steppin' in
Y- y- yeah I came from the 'Roe, from the trenches, not talkin' bout benchin', but you Know I'm reppin' it
Them commas and digits is all in my interest, I hop in the whip and I'm wreckin' it
People wanna keep talkin', I wanna keep ballin', they throwin' shade, I'm throwin' Presidents
Look at the money that's comin' in
Crashin' my vette, then I hop in that culinan
Chop on my hip it start s- s- s- stutterin'
I caught his brother and left that boy stumblin'
If he spin back, I pull up with my brother man
Dick in his bitch, I turned him to her other man
I need to calm down
What they tell me, but I ain't gon' stop now
Wanted smoke so I'm bringin' that fire out
Catch him lackin' and my brothers pop out
Y'all my sons and you all need a timeout
Lie on me, who the fuck is you talkin' bout (I- I- I-)
I'm rollin' up with my brodie
My pockets on Broly, on Kayte, they big and they growing
I call up my homie, he shootin' your spot up
He lettin' it blow and that shit sound like (Fah, Fah)
Haha, I'm feelin' cocky, I'm talkin' my rah rah
Kick a bitch out and I'm tellin' her "Hasta"
Heh, "luego"
I done upgraded my payroll (Ay)
Niggas they know that I keep me a nine, right
Run up on me, then you get hit nine times
Niggas they know that I been on time, right
Come through your block, bitch, I'm finna shine bright
Real killer shit, creep up from behind, right
Nigga thought that he was takin' my life
AK on me, feel like hitler
Run up on me, these shots won't miss ya
Bro did him back, yeah we done blitzed em'
Blueface on me think I'm crippin'
I fuck with some fives, and I fuck with the sixes
Red tip in the FN gon' rip em'
Heard the car, hop out, we gon' clip em'
Like CP3 when he played for the Clippers
Run up on me, big Glock gon' lift up
This bitch like a razor the way you get split up
Get a bag that's my number one mission, the jewelry different, Dior what I'm steppin' in
Y- y- yeah I came from the 'Roe, from the trenches, not talkin' bout benchin', but you Know I'm reppin' it
Them commas and digits is all in my interest, I hop in the whip and I'm wreckin' it
People wanna keep talkin', I wanna keep ballin', they throwin' shade, I'm throwin' Presidents
Yeah, I'm feelin' like damn
I'm throwin' multiple bands
Multiple hundreds that fill up my pants
Slide on the ops and I'm fadin' his mans
If they lie on my name then I'm finna throw hands
Ay, no melody but this berretta singin'
G- G- God on my side, but I slide with my demons
They treated me odd so I'm back to get even
I run up a bag so they know that I mean it
Count hundreds
All my money it come in abundance
Put my dick in that lil' bitch stomach
Get the glick and I got that shit drummin', heh
Put the beam to his eye like it's lasik
I'm gon' take it to ten like I'm Daytrip
Smokin' wood and that shit got me faded
Feelin' good I know that's why I'm hated, hold up
Wait where the beat at
Fuckin' that bitch, tell me relax
Poppin' a pill I'm gon' relapse
Dot on yo head, where my beam at
I'm on the beat I'm gon' eat that
Told em' that I'm finna-
Get a bag that's my number one mission, the jewelry different, Dior what I'm steppin' in
Y- y- yeah I came from the 'Roe, from the trenches, not talkin' bout benchin', but you Know I'm reppin' it
Them commas and digits is all in my interest, I hop in the whip and I'm wreckin' it
People wanna keep talkin', I wanna keep ballin', they throwin' shade, I'm throwin' Presidents
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Writer(s): Cameron Dufault
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