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LYRICS//
(Intro)
Yeah, bitch yeah, gang, 408, ha, yuh, bitch, yuh
Yall used to doubt me now my pockets presidential
Yeah that pussy run his mouth said we gon drive by in a rental
Ay, huh, yuh
They used to doubt me now my- 
408, gang
I said they used to doubt me now my- 
Ay ay

(Chorus)
They used to doubt me now my pockets presidential
Yeah that pussy run his mouth said we gon drive by in a rental
Beat boxing the beat im fucking up the instrumental
Street shit aint a game he tryna run aim for his temple
I-I aint from the UK but im going crazy, mental
L-Let the choppa go off like a coke mixed with mentos
We shoot the clips until they empty talking bout extendos
I Bought a glock came with a switch aint talking bout nintendo

(Verse 1)
Aint talking bout nintendo man this street shit not a fucking game
Opps gon need umbrellas cus we pull up and we make it rain
Bitches think they get a purse for free just cus they fucked the gang
Pussys out here  tryna merge with me im staying in my lane

Got yo bitch she on my dick she get to sloppin
I was down bad i was on my ass  i was floppin
Got back on my feet these bitches love me cus im poppin
Said fuck you i aint hoppin on no shit unless we locked in

If u tryna slide you best believe we sending shots back
Feeling good im off the shroomies rolling up an opp pack
Fuck the price i see something i like gotta cop that
Quit all that crying all that shit wont get yo pops back

(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, on my fucking shit
Pull up, up the score like this shit lacrosse
Got no time for no fucking bitch
Spazzing on the beat im tryna get my point across, gang

(Chorus)
They used to doubt me now my pockets presidential
Yeah that pussy run his mouth said we gon drive by in a rental
Beat boxing the beat im fucking up the instrumental
Street shit aint a game he tryna run aim for his temple
I-I aint from the UK but im going crazy, mental
L-Let the choppa go off like a coke mixed with mentos
We shoot the clips until they empty talking bout extendos
I Bought a glock came with a switch aint talking bout nintendo

(Verse 2)
Uh, heavy metal on my neck, i'm a rockstar
Sitting back, running up a check, sippin wockhardt
In the benz reminiscing how I used to sit in cop cars
You run up on me choppa eat you up just like a pop tart

Yuh, choppa eat you up like jeffery dahmer
Pull up on the scene i let the choppa spit just like a llama
On my grind 24/7 put that shit up on my mama
Wont stop till I got a stress-free life and a crib in bahamas, gang

(Chorus)
They used to doubt me now my pockets presidential
Yeah that pussy run his mouth said we gon drive by in a rental
Beat boxing the beat im fucking up the instrumental
Street shit aint a game he tryna run aim for his temple
I-I aint from the UK but im going crazy, mental
L-Let the choppa go off like a coke mixed with mentos
We shoot the clips until they empty talking bout extendos
I Bought a glock came with a switch aint talking bout nintendo

(Outro)
Bitch, yeah, gang, 408

Nintendo prod.BOBY

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Lyrics:
rock dat hellstar mixed wit christian dior, i got da priest confused
i put a bag on his head cuz he got me pissed, dats what dat bank can do
tsa bag full of bricks talkin to god, prayin dat i make it thru
told i couldnt reach da stars, so i put my hand on da roof of da Cullinan truck
they be like dammit u aint far, they thinkin my time is up
she tryna link my schedule is packed, ain no time for us
we on da island, remote location, ain no finding us
you gotta get off yo ass n look for da bag, cuz it ain finding ya

hoe tryna get in my head
cant get past it
he got a vest? i got sum too bypass it
look at da cat, how it gliding in traffic
clutchin my steel, and its stuck like a magnet
rockin europe pants, dis shi cost sum baguette
me n twin up in france, pourin at Lorie Valley
do it like us? but you cant, wanna be me so badly
shut da fukk up, ian hearin dat shi
in da whip, madman, how im steerin dat shi
fat pockets, they lookin like clarence n shi
i finally got bread, ian sharin dat shi
how da fukk look me dead in my eyes, n straight lie 2 me?
i neva looked for ya true intentions, dat was so blind of me
but to be honest im better off alone, yeah dats fine by me

rock dat hellstar mixed wit christian dior, i got da priest confused
i put a bag on his head cuz he got me pissed, dats what dat bank can do
tsa bag full of bricks talkin to god, prayin dat i make it thru
told i couldnt reach da stars, so i put my hand on da roof of da Cullinan truck
they be like dammit u aint far, they thinkin my time is up
she tryna link my schedule is packed, ain no time for us
we on da island, remote location, ain no finding us
you gotta get off yo ass n look for da bag, cuz it ain finding ya

wym?

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