President (feat. Ken Carson)

(8-808)
EBK shit, give a fuck what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon' try
Niggas claimin' they gang-gang, but they ain't gang
'Cause I'm sittin' right here with Lone right now
And I'm rollin' right now, off the drank, yeah, I'm loaded right now

I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president
250 thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

What I spent on lean, I could've went and bought Mercedes-Benz
She said she feelin' me, but I think I wanna go and fuck her friend
I'm on tour, bitch, but I still linked up with the X-Man
Count up money and pourin' up drank, this shit just like Ed and Eddy
Huh, every day I'm fresh with the swag, I go spendin'
Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes, go spaghetti

Huh, I'm havin' new cheese, huh, Lone having fetty
Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready
Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these niggas jealous
And I ain't got no envy in me, that's why my pockets heavy

I want the whole load, nothin' less
I want the whole bag, nothin' less
I poured a whole pint, bitch, nothin' less
I spent a whole wad of cash, nothin' less
I ain't got no envy in me, bitch, that's why my pockets heavy
I keep counting up the M and M's, put Wafi on my necklace
Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, "Check it"

I put that bitch in a Jag', huh, she used to drive a Lexus
I got a bitch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas
I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck
I fuck all type of hoes, huh, I'm complex
Like the nigga from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch
I got this bitch throwin' up O, she throwin' up the set
I live my life on private, that's why I'm on the jet

I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president
250 thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

I'm tryna switch up my location, switch my residence
I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my bitch
Huh, I'm gettin' rich now, I ain't got time for that shit
I keep pourin' up drank and the way I'm gettin' sick
I'm with the X-Man, bitch, we like the presidents

Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie
VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like, "Holy moly"
I unfold that Kel-Tec and let that bitch fold it
I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody
But all these niggas be hatin' like Mr. Moseby
I told you that I ain't got no racks, I was gon' do the most
I'm way ahead of these niggas, man, that shit ain't even close
I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post

I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president
250 thousand, that's how my day was spent
I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy

I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britche