Deady Presidents Lyrics

What

Aye

Aye

Woah

Aye

Sheesh

I'm making music an he don't really like that

I touchdown in the booth like where the mic at

Baddie bitches bouncing back to back they get a bi pass

Ima lay em down an finish em no mortal kombat

Now we skrt off in a hell cat counting up a big bag

Talking on me or my bros you gon get a toe tag

He my mini my son but you already know that

You fuck wit me I'll stomp you out an wipe you like a doormat

She say I'm the best

Cleaning up her mess an I can't trick myself again

Man I fell in love with bitches an the money should be dead

Came across sum moldy bread we counting deady presidents

We don't stop

Uh

We on go

My Brodie got that shit to make yo eyes go hella low

Pull the wocky outta the freezer an pour a four

Breesy be the one that you calling when you getting low

I gotta re up

Fuck a nine to five I make my own payroll

I started

now I get my own payload

I'm the type that's toxic kick her out she use a pay phone

Going 30 for 30 I'm saucing shit I'm breaking ankles

Selling 40s on 40s the trap booming like bojangles

When I'm drippin' take a flick an get them angles

Ima claw yo bitches like ima bengal

Running low on cheese, my pockets filled wit bankrolls

I'm making music an he don't really like that

I touchdown in the booth like where the mic at

Baddie bitches bouncing back to back they get a bi pass

Ima lay em down an finish em no mortal kombat

Now we skrt off in a hell cat counting up a big bag

Talking on me or my bros you gon' get a toe tag

He my mini my son but you already know that

You fuck wit me I'll stomp you out an wipe you like a doormat