[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
It's Don for president, n***a
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
It’s Don for president, n***a
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
(EZ Beats)

[Verse]
I think I'm allergic to losing
I just might be addicted to running shit
Got a chopper, it come with a burner clip
N***a keep talking, I might have to shoot the bitch
It's Don for president, n***a
OVL been the gang on some fuck shit
If a bum got a problem, we up shit
223 gonna bust, hit you in your lip
I’m done playing nice with these lame-ass n***as
You know I'm the Don, I'm the top dog
Smoke out the pound while I'm hitting your thot
'Cause you already know she knockoff
Playing with me, she gеt knocked off
I got your bitch in the trap wearing no bra
Don't try to givе me no phone call
I'm chasing the top leaving all y'all (Beast, bitch)
I’m deporting all these lame-ass n***as, ’cause that's my first order of business
I cannot relate with you n***as, you already know that the Don hit the trenches
Then I bossed up and touched me some racks and I got my own crib, now I’m chilling
And these fine-ass bitties keep calling me daddy, but n***a, I don't have no children
N***a, I came out the field with a backpack
Toting a big bag counting up big racks
Smoking a wood and it's filled with that big gas
Toting a chopper, my chopper got kickback
Rolling with shooter, he toting them big straps
Chopper go boom now he splitting your wig bag
It's Don for president, bitch, I’m not here for the chit-chat
Yeah, n***as not here for the chit-chat
I break his ass like a kit kat
Twitter n***as, they can get slapped
Shooter just said they can get clapped
Shooter said business is business
We can't leave no witness, we thumbing straight through the racks
You know we thumbing straight through the racks
Fuck with a n***a, we on your ass
[Outro]
Cash, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
I already know that shit gon' be hard