Lil Zay Osama, Icewear Vezzo - 41 Presidential lyrics

Mm, yeah, uh uh huh, go (Go) , glah (Magic)
Ayy, gang, you recordin' me?
Uh huh (DJ Bandz, oh man) glah, yeah, uh

Weddin' rose gold presidential
This a forty one (Forty one)
I ran up two checks
Ain't no way I can give my shorty one
(Can't give my shorty one, nigga)
I got a lot of dollars, you in my daughter
So you can't get one
(Ain't getting this money, lil' bitch)
Money not a problem, I been ballin'
I don't pay for Dunks (Bitch)
Nigga, it's up
You can't blow your shit up in the trunks
(You can't blow your shit up in the trunks)
I ain't heard from him 'cause he been
Owing them niggas for 'bout a month
(Broke ass nigga)
He was at a stand still, I turnt him up
Be able to hunt (Secret)
Dissin' off them deals
I vacuum seal and hit the plain racks (Phew)
Land in my city, 'bows already sold
I done ran up a fifty
I don't wanna rock no Dior today
Wear the brands from my city
(Wear the brands)
I don't wanna fuck another ho today
I don't even care 'bout any nigga
(Don't even care 'bout any nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We been hustlin' in them streets (Hustlin')
I got niggas over West, I
Got niggas over East, for real
I got niggas in the county
If you wanna buy some sheets
You can't post it where you from
Make it hot and them tryna eat
Deal, cut a nigga hands off
And hear that boy beef
And that glizzy under my arm
I don't keep near my briefcase
Yeah, circuit baby, swallowed all the-
I don't wanna fear no kings
Can't eat no pussy with these VVs
I paid fully for these teeth (Go, go)
I might pop out to my hood and
Buy my shorty and nem some sneakers
My bitch is fuckin' bitches with
Me, when I cheat, i ain't gotta sneak
Yeah, I know there's one bitch I like
I wish I see her more (I see her more)
Yeah, soon as I link with
Her, Avron will do her, peep her momma

In my flexin' zone (yeah)
Niggas showed their true colors
When that pressure on (That pressure on)
It be the ones who changes when they got up
That's who we steppin' on (For real)
Stretch the road
Hit it with that fan and got two extras on
(On) before we drop the rappers we
Don't like, we say, "He next to blow"
(Phew) a lit a liter
(yeah) , tweakin' at my shows
It Quay Quay up in heaters (Fah)
Fuck them niggas, I don't do no linkin'
Send shit up to Jesus (Jesus)
Rolley freezin', we the ones who weak
Got two hundred beams (Beams)
Fifty thousand bustin' out my pocket
Finna fuck up Neeman's
I'm never doing no talkin' with these niggas
If they ever show my head (On God)
Ask them pussy niggas that be hatin'
They know how we playin' (Playin')
Get 'em whacked, ain't gotta spend no check
My lil' shortys in (In)
Playin' auto marning, got it bustin'
Extra forty grand (Phew)
Motivate the trenches
Put them Maybach on them Forgi' sixty
(Sixty)
Opps been dog shittin' on my new Uris
Cost me forty tickets (Brr)
On a mission, ran me up some M's
My lil' bro winnin' (yeah)
I can't sign no rapper to my
Label unless he totin' glizzys
Get 'em touched, niggas still ain't hissin'
You gon' spin or what?
(She gon' spin or what?)
I got so much gas up in the trunk
It look like I hit a bump (Bump)
We really them, these niggas don't try us
They know we fifty up'd (Frr)
Hey pussy, I'm in these shots
Up in that boy, it look like he King Crunk
Bitch