Two Presidents

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 the K Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome (Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome) I'm vicious, and my house is a red light district And my couch is a porno star, outta 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've been on my own, get on the song Then pee on the song, my bladder is gone I shattered your dream, I'm Freddie it seems My shadow is wearing expensive cologne Pig tails, and dookie braids, cabinet full of Kool-Aid I'm ghetto as fuck, and my pedal is up But I'm gassin' on all of you niggas, mane Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome Stale face, how come? Is it 'cause I do me? or you 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 2 Gs Raised by wolves, and we do eat Played by rules and you might live And I try to do this shit for the kids But y'all got different perogative And y'all right, inhale 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 the K Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome (Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome) Big mouth, sat me down Said YG, this how you hold a chop now I ain't gon' lie, I'll be feelin' like Obama Shootin' shit for days, momma not comin' Disillusioned by the background Chopper cockin', I'mma clap mine Homies in the pen ain't never comin' home Greened out car from the Chevron Me and my momma in a county line It was food stamps, now its passport stamps Bout to come back to the deuce line Told you we'd blow like deuce nines BSM we cannibals Eat your flesh, no antidote Kendrick, that's family though We on Rosecrans, it's a party ho This right here that Martin, Malcolm Only difference, we still alive By any means necessary Squad life, we down to ride Interstate, rival Pi's See them tears in my momma 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 the K Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome (Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome)