I’m the President*

Lyrics

Lyrics from snippets [Intro] Ya dig? Huh Yeah, never lose 15 shit, 11, what's boolin'? You know how we comin', ayy Ayy, ayy [Verse] Tell my plug that I need a whole zip I be smokin', he know what it is You be blowin', you know that it's mid Swear to God, I ain't smokin' that shit Young nigga been tough on the boulevard I'ma take off a coat like a pull-apart He was [?] lil' bitch, now you think that you hard? Bet these bullets gon' hit, put a hole in him I'll send you some drugs, I got opium Bitch you rap all like bricks and petroleum I'm the president, where is my podium? And that lil' nigga salty as sodium And we creepin', bitch I'm in the whip Better slide, nigga, you better dip Got a K and I'm namin' her Kim Nigga lying, he living a Sim Wait, hold up, what was that shit you was talking? I might go fly to L.A. to sit in the sun and fuck in the ocean And that lil' bitch on my dick, she say I got green She think she Fiona I dropped out, right outta college Fuck it, don't need a degree All of this shit that these teachers be talkin' don't really mean nothing to me I tend to flex on my niggas and fuck on these bitches, take trips overseas I'm in the back, in the back and she twerkin', you know that she do it with ease Hold up, I had to dip from the bitch (Why?) She actin' different 'n' shit (Hah) I'm tryna get me some neck but she trippin' She say, "I ain't been home in a minute," damn But you know that, these bitches, they love me Told her, "Bring me a friend," it's just us three Know them bitches be waiting to fuck me In the bed, we be fighting like rugby Hold on, stop Think this nigga lookin', told my bitch to pass the Glock That police a rookie if he think we 'bout to stop You know all my niggas booking, wouldn't stop until we drop We erase him like a blemish, I think you a photo opp Yeah, and I'm finished Spent the whole band at Dennis You will get ended like a sentence And I'm smoking, runnin' through Venice