Presidential Lyrics - Best Thang Smokin' - Young Dro

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

My Chevy look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian 

Plus, I'm bilingual, I'd be talkin' like Dominican, como esta 

Think I look innocent, Bentley on twenty six 

Brown when I'm sellin' dope to e'rybody in this bitch 

Everybody get a brick, I break 'em down randomly 

Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family 

Fish scale, jammer gym, I'm clean with my mammal feet 

Dope boy, I'd be sellin' dream like a jamboree 

Paint a Rica 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 remember me, I had the Chevy with black D 

Neck from black D, white D, purple D 

Cartier frame, [?] Urkel D 

Nigga keep chirpin' me, they courteous, they work for me 

Straight drop glad I got these haters who wanna murder me 

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

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 goddamn boney 

I sell a brick to whoever goddamn want it 

And guess who the feds is, my goddamn homie 

You a lie 

The spy cam finally take pictures while I order out 

I get the bricks and sort 'em out and pump em' like the Carter house 

Case is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house 

Break downs at dead end that's slaughterhouse 

I'm hangin' out in Germany, the Mafia concernin' me 

My nickname schoolboy, ain't nobody learnin' me 

Burnin' heat, poke one in the pot this is '63 

Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, mention me 

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

Anythin' 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

You can't see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno 

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 

The first chain three co, berry car, very far 

High up off the ground, 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 

Frenetic mob, fresh and successful in the compressor 

I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the Messer 

Helium got your chest up, really you 'bout to mess up 

Gold point bullets, you really don't have to fess up, neck up 

I am flamboyant, you so annoying 

Drop top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing 

When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, she's glowin' 

So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be snowin' 

Anything 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it 

Anything 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 who I am 

If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it