For President Lyrics

Alright, play some 2BOOT up in this shit

We need some 2BOOT bumping this bitch in the head

2boot for President,

The way this bitch she come and eat this dick, you'll think she heaven sent

Know we sliding in a Benz, but in my pocket I got them franklins

Better check yo man he talking crazy you might lose ya friend

Yeen never got the drop up on a opp and had to spin the benz

I'm talm bout walk up on his block, with the Glock, make him shit his pants

City of no pity, 7-7-2 you can't even check up in it,

If that's your bitch, you better claim your bitch 2BOOT, he like to leave it in

2BOOT for president, I'm posted in the white house with a dirty bitch

Know my white house is a crack house, cause the junkies, they be loving it

Know my real house is a whore house, cause these bitches, they be coming in

And the trap house like my real house, cause that's where I get my dividends

I'm the leader, I'm the teacher, I'm a motherfucking reaper

I was coming home high, my momma say stop smoking reefer

And I've been on one, damn I wanna hit my fifth grade teacher

Most these teachers need some dick, so after class, I gotta dick her

Don't be chilling at my crib you, think you finna put your feet up

And she hate it at your crib, she say that nigga never feed her

I'm in the stu, she showing ass, man this bitch, she is the teaser

And for my birthday, want an orgy, I might have to call the eaters

When they walk up in the party, put my dick right in they throat

Know I'm snapping on the beat, you know they say 2BOOT the goat

It's an orgy, put the rubber on, and then I'm in that mode

Had to beat it up, but once I nut, I told her, leave me alone

Real freaky bitch, she pull up, thinking I'ma lick her toes

Had to kick her out the orgy, man what's going on with these hoes

Bitch, 2BOOT for president

The way this bitch, she come and eat his dick, you'll think she heaven

Know we sliding in the Benz, but in my pocket, got them Franklin

And you better check your man, he talking crazy, you might lose your friend

You never got to drop up on the opp, and had to spin the benz

I'm talm bout walk up on his block, with my Glock, make him shit his pants

Cause that's how Rondo, he got popped with the Glock, he won't speak again

Grab a wood and roll a opp, this shit got me higher than a xan

City of no pity, 7-7-2, you can't even check up in

If that's your bitch, you better claim your bitch 2BOOT, he like to leave it in

My bitch, she heaven sent, I kick her out the spot, she with that drama shit

That boy a runner, like he playing gunner, ain't got time for drama

And free my brother, he locked in the slummer, he jump in the summer

And I done ran up hella commas, man my closet worth a hunnit

A super freak, I fuck your hoe, I put my dick right in her tummy

I damn near slapped this hoe, she suck my dick, and then that bitch, she vomit

had to kick her out the spot, cause that shit right there ain't funny

You know the storm don't last forever, man I swear this shit been sunny

And I'm all about a bag, you know I'm counting up them hundreds

Ain't no pressure with a opp, we pulling up and they be running