Hoodrich Keem, Gunna, Lil Duke - Dead Presidents lyrics

(Hoodrich Keem
I’m thinkin’ bout signin’ that guy) yeah

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance
Or give me advance
Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents
These dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents

Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah
Imma drip with my clique
Had to stop right quick, yeah
Lemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6
Makin’ money like Mitch, all hundreds
I’m Rick
Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib
Bust a nut and we lit
Boy don’t play with that clit
Count it up and we hit one
Buy a big house in the hills
Do this shit with no deal
Imma go and get a mill’
Young nigga stayin’ trill
Gotta get it how you live

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance
Or give me advance
Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents
These dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents

Yeah, boy the lean I’m pourin’
Drippin’ in brand new Rick Owens
I just flew back in from tourin’
Can’t come in the mornin’ (Racks)
Used to be nothin’ and I turned important
If that, bitch ain’t no Barbie she can’t
Get in my foreign skrrr, I’m outta here
Land in New York and we shoppin’ at Barney’s
Came a long way from that block
It was stormin’ i gotta keep it in motion
I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused
Stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you
I just be gettin’ it in like I’m sposed’ to
I’m back on my feet like I never left
Don’t need no bitch, I’m better by myself
Imma make it, I won’t settle for less
Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse
But, I be thankin’ the Lord that I’m blessed
Sendin’ me blessings and I cannot stress
Ran this shit up and I don’t gotta flex
Fuck these lil bitches, I’m chasin’ a check
Don’t wanna fuck, I want face and some neck
Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet
We out in Vegas and we makin’ bets
Just landed in LA on a private jet
I’m so hood rich like Keem
Draco on me with a beam
Roll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt
Bought the new 40 with new Saint Laurent
(Duke)

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance
Or give me advance
Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents
These dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents