Dead Presidents Lyrics

Yeah, We got lines of that dope, what you need?

Shit for free

Yeah, nah ain't shit for free

Yeah

Still that nigga juggin' and finessing trynna flip

Took a trip, had to get my chips

30 make you dip

We got more rounds, folk caniving

They gone get you bit

Told her slow down, I ain't going for talking

All that lip

Baby you know what it was so why you tripping throwing fits

If it wasn't for this rapping, know I'd go and cop a brick

Matrimony, married to the game but I ain't wifing shit

Why you coming off so blunt? Cause I'm smoking on this zip

I don't even love 2 smoke, I'm on my toes that's what it is

Spent a fifty just to yank him, they gone spank him like his kid

Call the gang, if it's C02, they lit 'em like a cig

Mack down, Yami hang wit pimps, walking shit like Fig

What's the biz, Yami what the biz, I got nicks dawg

Graduated to an ounce ain't had to hit a lick dawg

Fell in love wit automatics, know I keep a stick

Nigga played the bully till they hit him, knocking on his chin

He say he a lion, well I got some wolves up in that den

Bryan, College station trynna get it, they won't let us in

Shit... so we kick do'

Hanging wit 'em robbers, niggas mobbing this that flip flow

Creeping round yo corner, how you stepping on your tip toe

Still that nigga juggin' and finessing trynna flip

Took a trip, had to get my chips

30 make you dip

We got more rounds, folk caniving

They gone get you bit

Told her slow down, I ain't going for talking

All that lip

Baby you know what it was so why you tripping throwing fits

If it wasn't for this rapping, know I'd go and cop a brick

Matrimony, married to the game but I ain't wifing shit

Why you coming off so blunt? Cause I'm smoking on this zip

She like why you gotta stunt?

We got glocks by the stomach

I ain't never did no bid, but I'm sayin free my cousin

Jus the other day I shot a couple rounds, had 'em runnin'

Know I'm trynna go legit, but these niggas got me gunnin'

Knowin Yami got a temper, I ain't finna go for nothing

Drop a stain on 'em

Quick fast, dash, Yami coming

I was assed out, got up on some cash, I ain't fronting

Dead presidents, lil Yami got in tune, Hundreds thumbing