Young Dro — Presidential

[Chrous x2] Anythang you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove ya ass homey If it ain't presidential we don't got damn want it [Verse one] My Chevy look cinnamon my bitch is a Indian Plus I'm bilingual I be talkin like Dominican (Como Estas) Think I look innocent, Bentley on 26" Ridin' round sellin dope to e'rybody in this bitch E'rybody get a brick I break em down randomly Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family Fish scale jammer g I'm clean with my mammal feet Dope boy, I be sellin dream like a jamboree Paint the Regal tangerine beatin like a tambourine Mac 90 magazine longer than the back Lean back plead to the whole block for the crack g Y'all 'member me i had the Chevy with black d Neck from black d, white d, purple d, Cartier frame Wood Steve Urkel d, nigga keep chirpin me they courteous They work for me straight drop glad got these haters wanna murder me (chorus x2) [Verse 2] Trans am homie with that blam blam homie Dead fresh I look like I got that yam don't it Drop top spider with that candy yam on it It's hard to stick on my block I spray pam on it If it ain't presidential we don't goddamn want it Bentley truck bitch me and god damn Boney I sell a brick to whoever god damn want it And guess who the feds is, my god damn homie (you a lie) Tha spy cam finally takin picture while I order out I get the bricks and sort em out and pump em' like the carter house Cases I done fought em' out and plus I gotta quarter house Breakdowns at the dead end Thats the slaughterhouse Im hangin out in Germany The mafia concernin me My nickname schoolboy but ain't nobody learning me Burnin heat poke one in the pot this is 63 Is'all in the wrist scale fish nigga mention me (chorus x2) [Verse 3] You can't see Dro I am Lou Ferrigno (grr) Green benzito rim big like my ego Bricks come from chico and my old school amigo They call me Action Jackson like my first name Tito (what the f**k?) The vert change three colors Berry car I'm very far High up off the groud Man I do this shit to every car Betty crock betty rock Got this shit from very far All that walkin all up on me gon' getcha Chevy popped Fenetie mob fresh and successful in da Kompressor I hop up on Ducattis and wheelie-em like Vanessa Helium got ya chest up Really you bout to mess up Gold point bullets you really don't have to vest up, neck up I am flamboyant You so annoying Drop top Jag in Japan cho yoing yoing When i pull up on yo bitch in the benz She glowing, so much ice in my mouth When i talk it be snowing (chorus x2) (lil t)