Countin these President I feel federal

Switch up the whip, ima call it bisexual

Roll up za , they gon smoke it on a paper roll



If we got beef, just believe ima let em know

Hit em in the mouth, was a crip, but he wiped his nose

Speedin thru the city, throwing sets like the #4

Itty bitty pretty, say she like the way I wear the gold


Just bought a whip, so I gotta call it in-di-go

Gotta lil check, ima spend it gucci clothes

Warming up the pot, it’s no wonder ion need a stove


Ian tryna flex, but I feel I had to let you know

Tim your trash I jus feel I had to let you know

Can't beat my ass I just feel I had to let you know


Gettin to this bread, ion don’t really need a studio


Yo homeboy dead, I jus feel I had to let you know

Never comin back, like dad walkin out da door


Flowing on this beat like a track star, rack star

When I’m on the road I be feeling like it’s NASCAR

King of the jungle, I’m a lion, Madagascar


I’m flipping on the pot

She rubbing on my top

Throwing up heavy knots
Throw it then hide the rock




Countin these President I feel federal

Switch up the whip, ima call it bisexual

Roll up za , they gon smoke it on a paper roll



If we got beef, just believe ima let em know

Hit em in the mouth, was a crip, but he wiped his nose

Speedin thru the city, throwing sets like the #4



I got them rakes

We cutting up snakes

We throwing out fakes
We Jumpin on gates

We hoopin in rafes

We don’t come to play