[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, ugh Lil Rarri, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wan' run it up, give all this money to my momma
And take care of my blood, my loyalty ain’t never stoppin'
She left me just to burn, I should've known you wasn’t rockin'
But it don't even hurt, it just turned me to a monster
Till a n***a woke up, bitch I'm really in Miami
With your baby mama all in my DMs
Wakin' up she suck me right up in my jammies
Swear to god, man these rubbers come in handy

[Chorus]
Tell her eat it like a Reesah, I ain't tryna have no baby with a treesha, aye
Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin' G Star, aye
Wanna fuck with a n***a, 'cause she know we stars, aye
20 bands with my brothers, throwin B signs
And my shawty callin’ up my n***a, I’mma decline
Run me up some chicken, want that Lambo fuck a Nissan
See the Gucci on my body, that's a G sign
Yeah, yeah, eh
[Post-Chorus]
Fuck ’em all, run it up what you think?
See on Instagram, I'm poppin' like a bitch
But in real life I struggled just to get, here
Err'day worried ’bout my mama in the crib
And I tell a n***a, fuck 'em all I don't want a lil bitch, I want the bands hoe
She thought I was gon' be non', look where I am hoe
I got big guap, pay for a n***a to get his head off
Bread, oh I love it, I pick up that presidental

[Verse 1]
Presidental, aye, fuck a damn hoe, aye
I'm just worried my commas and the bands, oh-aye
VVS, oh-aye, watch 'em dance, oh-aye
Telling me pick up my pants got too much bands, oh-aye
Bloodshot, n***a run up on me get his hood shot
Hoodblock, n***a talkin' crazy get his hood shot
Guwap I got too much bread she want the guwap
Oh-I, n***a just be careful for the oh-I-aye
This a new watch, aye, this a new drive, aye
Give a fuck about no opp, he get a few shots, aye
Bitch don't worry 'bout me n***a what do you got, aye
I could pull up big body or a new i8

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wan' run it up, give all this money to my momma
And take care of my blood, my loyalty ain't never stoppin'
She left me just to burn, I should've known you wasn't rockin'
But it don't even hurt, it just turned me to a monster
Till a n***a woke up, bitch I'm really in Miami
With your baby mama all up in my DMs
Wakin' up she suck me right up in my jammies
Swear to god, man these rubbers come in handy
[Chorus]
Tell her eat it like a Reesah, I ain't tryna have no baby with a treesha, aye
Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin' G Star, aye
Wanna fuck with a n***a, 'cause she know we stars, aye
20 bands with my brothers, throwin B signs
And my shawty callin' up my n***a, I'mma decline
Run me up some chicken, want that Lambo fuck a Nissan
See the Gucci on my body, that's a G sign
Yeah, yeah, eh

[Post-Chorus]
Fuck 'em all, run it up what you think?
See on Instagram, I'm poppin' like a bitch
But in real life I struggled just to get, here
Err'day worried 'bout my mama in the crib
And I tell a n***a, fuck 'em all I don't want a lil bitch, I want the bands hoe
She thought I was gon' be non', look where I am hoe
I got big guap, pay for a n***a to get his head off
Bread, oh I love it, I pick up that presidental

[Outro]
Presidental, Eh-Yeah
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I just wan' run it up, give all this money to my momma
And take care of my blood, my loyalty ain't never stoppin'
She left me just to burn, I should've known you wasn't rockin'
But it don't even hurt, it just turned me to a monster
Till a n***a woke up, bitch I'm really in Miami
With your baby mama all in my DMs
Wakin' up she suck me right up in my jammies
Swear to god, man these rubbers come in handy