BLINKER CITY PRESIDENT Lyrics

What

D3G3N3RATE Gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What What What What What

Bitch we rippin' wax carts till they blink

(Yeah)

My brother on the black tar lookin' like ink

(What the fuck)

Why would I give a fuck what you think (Bitch)

Everybody wanna act hard till it's with me

Yeah, I done drained a hunnid pens rippin' blinkers (Woo)

Bitch give me her number just for me to never ring her (Oh my god)

Yeah, that's a no brainer, that's a no thinker

Never go to third base with stage five clinger

(Ew Ew)

Yeah, lil' bitch I can't be your lord and savior (Hell no)

It's lookin' like a rave when we pull up with them lasers (Oh my god)

Nothing under 40%, no chaser (What)

Your boy only got a couple of cents, no paper

(Bitch) Ha

Too high, got my eyes too low

If you- If you see the troops outside, run home

No truce, bitch, we stackin' up the bones (Bitch)

I got- I got blood stains on my linked rose gold

(What the fuck)

My mind's sickened and the cycle gettin' vicious

I know I got a problem, I'll admit it

I don't sell no cut drugs, this prescription

(What)

Yeah, ridin' with that shit that really take away your vision (Can't see)

Fuck a loose screw, think I got a couple missin (Bitch)

So many bitches clingin' to my side, look like I'm pimpin (Yeah)

So many dudes thinkin' that they my guy, y'all sound like children (No)

I'll school you like your grandfather, shut up boy, listen

I'm tryna get the check mark on this motherfuckin' mission (What)

Objective number one, I gotta go and get the richest (How)

What the fuck

I ain't tryna start no goddamn business (Damn)

How the fuck I'm supposed to get this money, get these millions?

I am not no regular civilian, got me bored (What)

You would not be livin' that way if you could afford (Yuh)

I swear speakin' to one of you is like a fuckin' chore (Damn)

Yeah, If this the competition, then I'm winnin', this for sure

Bitch, we rippin' wax carts till they blink (What)

My brother on a black tar lookin' like ink

(Ohhh)

Why would I give a fuck what you think (Bitch)

Everybody wanna act hard till it's with me (Woah)

(Aye bury that muhfucka man)

Put 'em down six feet (Damn)

She got good brain like she went for a degree (Ugh)

Whatever you try to achieve, it ain't free (Damn)

You gotta grind till you cry and you bleed (Yeah)

Hold up, he really thinkin' he one of them guys till he try it with me (What, Yeah, What)

Got your girl right on my side, yeah, she ridin' with me (Yuh)

It's gon' be a homicide, we got that fire, got that heat (Bitch)

Hold up, hit that shit high till you see the light blink

Bitch, we rippin' wax carts till they blink (Oh my god)

My brother on a black tar lookin' like ink (What the fuck)

Why would I give a fuck what you think ('Cause I don't)

Everybody wanna act hard till it's with me

(Bitch)