Aye-Jay - PRESIDENTIAL (feat. fathertris) Lyrics

(Heard she wanna ride with the goats, I'm sucide doors bitch)
Look at these racks I tote, look at these racks I tote
I'm riding round in that presidential whip I feel like ghost
I'm leaning heavy, I'm sipping too much deadie
Bitch
Choppa gon blow confetti, same color as spaghetti
Bitch
I'm boutta cop new baguetties
Diamonds move like a wetty, on my wrist
Shawty said I'm too petty, better tread with me gently
Lil' bitch
In my lane, we not the same
I swerve in high traffic
Them boys they not in my range
These niggas be capping
Acting like they used to hang
I popped out to the function
Walked in with the Shyna gang
Na for real, this bitch giving me chills
Told that bitch that I'm ready
All my niggas they ready
Shootas pop out in dis bitch
Talkin shit, bullets hit ya damn belly
Yuh, I'm in this bitch, in this coupe
Diamonds wet, man I thought this bitch hailing, yuh
Bitch I get right to that sack
Got them poles on me bitch, I cannot lack
F*ck from the front bitch I hit from the back
Just hit yo girl she gon give me that cat
I pull up on em we runnin it back
Shoutout korea we runnin this track
Say he get bread but that nigga he cap
I run it up all this paper I stack
Bitch
I'm riding round with my chauffeur
Huh, I'm talking bout high class whips
I'm in the back of this range rover
I'm thinking bout changing my fit
But I'm not shopping at dovers
I'm tryna go pop my shit
I'm in the EU picking clothes up
I been in my bag bitch
These niggas scary like October
I'm running up racks fasho
Dead presidents I tote