Slump6s - Presidential lyrics
[Slump6s - Presidential lyrics]
Slatt, slatt, slatt slatt, slatt, slatt
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt slatt, slatt, slatt
We put the smoke in the air, finna light up
Stealing the swag, he tryna bite us
Wrist presidential, I'm feeling like Biden
The coupe or the GLE? I'm still deciding
When I walk in the spot
That bitch getting excited
Put that boy in the air
My Glock been on that kite shit
We gon' kick down your door
I'm on my Cobra Kai shit
Bitch I'm taking the throne
Give a fuck if you like it
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
Uh, uh, uh, uh run it, uh
Run it, uh
I got the gat, now he running
I'm in an all-black Jag' or sum'
She wanna throw that ass for sum'
My diamonds got that flash the sun, fuck it
My brudda he got that Glock, bussin'
That nigga music is stink, musty
I'm finna' go make a rack, double it
Fucking an old hoe, bucket
I'm not in a band
Choppa' blow like a trumpet
I don't fuck wit' niggas
Man I'm on my Trump shit beat up the beat
My Glock been on that drum shit
You got no money, man you on that dumb shit
Not talkin' trash
But my Glock finna dump shit (Fah, fah)
I just be shooting for fun shit
I make a movie when I'm in the function
Gang off the Perc, so he can't even function
They say it's not even fair, huh
I got fur on my coat, like a bear, huh
We put the smoke in the air, huh
You get hit wit' a stick like a snare, huh
She on all fours, like a chair, huh
Man none of these niggas compare, huh
Run up on me, do you dare, huh
You get hit with a (Woo) Ric Flair, huh
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt slatt, slatt, slatt
We put the smoke in the air, finna light up
Stealing the swag, he tryna bite us
Wrist presidential, I'm feeling like Biden
The coupe or the GLE? I'm still deciding
When I walk in the spot
That bitch getting excited
Put that boy in the air
My Glock been on that kite shit
We gon' kick down your door
I'm on my Cobra Kai shit
Bitch I'm taking the throne
Give a fuck if you like it
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
Uh, uh, uh, uh run it, uh
Run it, uh
I got the gat, now he running
I'm in an all-black Jag' or sum'
She wanna throw that ass for sum'
My diamonds got that flash the sun, fuck it
My brudda he got that Glock, bussin'
That nigga music is stink, musty
I'm finna' go make a rack, double it
Fucking an old hoe, bucket
I'm not in a band
Choppa' blow like a trumpet
I don't fuck wit' niggas
Man I'm on my Trump shit beat up the beat
My Glock been on that drum shit
You got no money, man you on that dumb shit
Not talkin' trash
But my Glock finna dump shit (Fah, fah)
I just be shooting for fun shit
I make a movie when I'm in the function
Gang off the Perc, so he can't even function
They say it's not even fair, huh
I got fur on my coat, like a bear, huh
We put the smoke in the air, huh
You get hit wit' a stick like a snare, huh
She on all fours, like a chair, huh
Man none of these niggas compare, huh
Run up on me, do you dare, huh
You get hit with a (Woo) Ric Flair, huh
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
I fucked your hoe, I don't care bout it', uh
I got the fye, you wanna flare bout it, uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it', uh
When I hop in the truck, that's a big body
Uh that nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Yo bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow, got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk