Two Presidents (feat. YG Hootie) lyrics

Two presidents and we blowing presidential Two presidents and we blowing presidential See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that K, K, K Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome I'm vicious and my house is a red light district And my couch is a porno star, out of town from Houston and Memphis And I never gave a fuck and I never did fuck with y'all, so I kept my distance Just me and my day-ones and a thousand ones for these strippers Ho, I been on my own, get on the song, then pee on the song, my bladder is gone I shatter your dreams, I'm Freddie, it seems, my shadow is wearing expensive cologne Pigtails and dookie braids, cabinet full of Kool-Aid I'm ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up, but I'm gassing on all of you niggas, man Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome Stale face, how come? Is it 'cause I do me or your main bitch wanna do me? Face shots, we call it Call of Duty K-Dot, bitch, now give me two feet Made my bitch come give me two G's Raised by wolves and we do eat Play by rules and you might live And I try do this shit for the kids But y'all got different prerogatives And y'all rot in hell And I dwell Where the fortune live and that's vicious Two presidents and we blowing presidential Two presidents and we blowing presidential See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that K, K, K Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome Big mouth, settle me down, tell YG this how you hold a chopper I ain't gon' lie, I be feeling like Obama Shootin' shit with Dave, mama knock (comin') This illusion by the Patron Chopper cocked and I'ma clap mine Homies in the pen ain't never comin' home, creamed-out car from the Chevron Me and my mama in the county line It was food stamps, now it's passport stamps 'Bout to come back to the deuce line Told you we'll blow like deuce nines BSM, we cannibals Eat your flesh, no antidote (squad) Kendrick, that's family though We on Rosecrans, it's a party, ho (squad) This right here's that Martin, Malcolm, only difference we still alive (still here) By any means necessary, squad life, we down to ride (down to ride) Interstate, ride with pies Seen them tears in my mama eyes Do whatever it take to keep my daughter fly Do whatever it take to be immortalized Two presidents and we blowing presidential Two presidents and we blowing presidential See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that K, K, K Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm I'm screaming out: Peace: But his chopper piece a bad outcome