Dead Presidents

Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna] (Hoodrich Keem, I'm thinkin' bout signin' that guy) Yeah [Chorus: Gunna] New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I'll fly then land They ain't give me no chance, or give me advance Now it's [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents [Verse 1: Gunna] Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah Imma drip with my clique Had to stop right quick, yeah Lemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6 Makin' money like Mitch, all hundreds, I'm Rick Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib Bust a nut and we lit, boy don't play with that clit Count it up and we hit one Buy a big house in the hills Do this shit with no deal Imma go and get a mill' Young nigga stayin' trill Gotta get it how you live [Chorus: Gunna] New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I'll fly then land They ain't give me no chance, or give me advance Now it's [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents [Verse 2: Lil Duke] Yeah, boy the lean I'm pourin' Drippin' in brand new Rick Owens I just flew back in from tourin' [?], can't come in the mornin'(Racks) Used to be nothin' and I turned important If that, bitch ain't no Barbie she can't get in my foreign Skrrr, I'm outta here Land in New York and we shoppin' at Barney's Came a long way from that block, it was stormin' I gotta keep it in motion I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused Stay on your ten and somebody gon' notice you I just be gettin' it in like I'm sposed' to I'm back on my feet like I never left Don't need no bitch, I'm better by myself Imma make it, I won't settle for less Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse But I be thankin' the Lord that I'm blessed Sendin' me blessings and I cannot stress Ran this shit up and I don't gotta flex Fuck these lil bitches, I'm chasin' a check Don't wanna fuck, I want face and some neck Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet We out in Vegas and we makin' bets Just landed in LA on a private jet I'm so hood rich like Keem Draco on me with a beam Roll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt Bought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent (Duke) [Chorus: Gunna] New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I'll fly then land They ain't give me no chance, or give me advance Now it's [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents