Trump Freestyle Lyrics

Focus, focus, focus

Ooh-wee

Woo

Hey, Fox, tap me in

Yeah

Okay

A-O-Z, A-O-Z

I feel like Trump, I don't give a fuck

I'm runnin' it up for me and my niggas

and getting these figures until we figure it out

Give a fuck what a cracker talkin' bout

Tell the other side better watch his mouth

You ain't gon' do shit but just pout

Fake news, give a fuck about the clout

They sendin' shots, then I'm airin' them out

I do good business with the Asians

Let my Mexicans out the cages

I don't need credit how my face is

Hit ups lean as a leap, iced out

Back bullyin' cause I'm iced out

What them youngins say, now I'm steppin' on it

Made that bitch strict, no whippin' on it

Better leave me alone, see me stressin' on it

Boys hard-headed, I put a lesson on it

I need the commas and the decimals

Tax-free money like Donald

Niggas really clowns like Ronald

Can't take the heat, no sauna

He just a baby, ah

That's a no-no, that's a no-no

Your attorney gettin' paid by the po-po

Seein' time start movin' slow-mo

Eatin' low, main bed, no main

Stash my chain hoes

Somethin' wrong with him, leave his brain broke

Niggas ain't G-love, lame hoes

Trip a bitch, go with cocaine, go

White bitch pure, no Jenga

Yeah, El Presidente Herc, nigga

GTX on the political party, nigga

Run shit, yeah

We ain't gon' do no debate, you feel me

Okay, okay, I feel it

I feel like Biden

I'm out my mind when I'm slidin'

For my side, I'm bummin' and ridin' on anything

I just press that button

Fuck the world, it's the end of discussion

I love my family, and I don't love nothin'

I'm probably degradin', the bitch that you lovin'

She fell in love, and we was just fuckin'

And then cut her off all of a sudden

I'm really like this, nigga, no stuntin'

Want a tight shift, I feel like puttin'

Really shoot shit, my bitch like cuttin'

I let her run shit, but I can't do fussin'

Don't argue with niggas, pull out rubber tussin'

Broad daylight, and we made shit dim

Video game gangstas, niggas play Sims

I'm soulless, huh? Heart colder like a bitch from New York

And baby fat in some Timbs

Aim for the corn, we ain't aimin' at limbs

Only reason we livin' cause the pistol got jammed

My uncle Sam and niggas gettin' taxed

Bout to press this shit to the max

And they ain't comin' back, yeah

You know that we strapped, yeah

Put the city on the map, yeah

I feel like every president say hurt, nigga

Woo

Shit easy, though. We gon' run this right here

Everything get taxed