Free The President (feat. 1400Casper, B-Rowe & Lazy Drew)

So h-how does this work, do you send Ambassador Rodman to North Korea on your behalf I read somewhere that you'd be sending Hulk Hogan to Syria Or is that more of a job for Tonya Harding Zach, he-he's not our ambassador What should we do about North Ikea Ay, runnin' up the bands like a president The way I'm comin' in is like a pelican And he be in the closet with the Skeletons Malevolent Lamborghini thats heaven scent Ay I'm whippin' round town, smokin' on dodo C-c-catch me on probation so I watch out for that po' po' And I'm pourin' that fo' fo' 8 bodies like Astro World T-t-tick tock, big Glock, get shot, you gettin' picked off Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost Big rocks, all up in my ear ain't no slip knots This block got six opps, I know this shit get real hot You know I keep that steel Glock Banana peel stay real hot Undercover a real cop, 'Ion care he still get shot Rasta all up in the blunt that I'm smokin' Kickin' down his do' like a Trojan Why don't we move on I have to know, what is it like to be the last black president L-l-let me talk my shit Pop eight xans why I walk like this Sippin' fake lean better stop that shit If she up ten bands I'ma rob my bitch If my son turn snitch, I'ma pop my kid Glock 9 with a switch, keep it on my hip Got caught with some coke, but it's not my brick I'ma keep servin' dope till they lock my wrists O-o-one two three to the four five six I'ma tie you to a bridge, throw some rope off it Hit a lick on the plug got some Phone Posits I could take a pound of weed, make the most off it When I pulled out my gun he got so silent Pour a six of the Triss, I got closed eyelids Like bro I can't even open my fuckin' eyes right I feel like a plumber cuz I got that shit on me Walk in the party with 500 pills on me Might run for president, feelin' like Mitt Romney Used to be broke, now they callin' me big homie I ain't no cripple but I got that stick on me If you switch up than don't call me for shit homie Walk in the club and I'm drippin' in Rick Owens Acting like my money gone, now that bitch owe me Bought an FN it came with a extension Pop a xan and a half when I'm stressin' My doc gave me 30's to cure my depression I'm sippin' that drank like I work at concession Robbin' producers in studio sessions Fiendin' for lean think i need intervention Bitch pay me money don't pay me attention I met my first plug at a mushroom convention Ya bitch its KSP B-Rowe and Lazy Drew bitch! Ran a third time, it'd be sorta like doing a third Hangover movie Didn't really work out very well did it Now I have to say that I've seen this show before and, uh Some of the episodes have probably been a little bit better than this I only take my bills and digits by the triple You look a little lost so let me lay it simple (Lay it simple) I'm stuck with a lazy eye lid but I see it as more of a symbol And I walk with a limp but I dare you to call me a cripple I'm poppin' like pimples, I dunk when I dribble I came in like beast mode, double the skittles My life like a riddle, I'm feelin' so sly So now that they think I'm the fox and the fiddle But this ain't no fable, I came out like a horse at the stables Reversin', I'm turnin' the tables My title got too many labels I got so much green that they thought I was the Green Gables I-I-I'm in a movie, I chill with the goonies I'm geekin' with Shaggy we smokin' on Scoobies I'm beating her down when she do me She grab on my Uzi and spray like I play Call of Duty Body all red like rubies I din't know what to do, plus she was a beauty Swear I've seen this in a movie, Man what the fuck was she doin' I think I'ma lose it I cannot drive but I walk where I'm hangin' KSP B-Rowe and me really bangin' I cannot hear what the fuck is you sayin' And she on her knees but you know she ain't prayin'