OFF THE RIP (I’m the President)*

Lyrics from snippets

[Intro]
Ya dig? Huh
Yeah, never lose
15 shit, 11, what's boolin'?
You know how we comin', ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Tell my plug that I need a whole zip
I be smokin', he know what it is
You be blowin', you know that it's mid
Swear to God, I ain't smokin' that shit
Young nigga been tough on the boulevard
I'ma take off a coat like a pull-apart
He was [?] lil' bitch, now you think that you hard?
Bet these bullets gon' hit, put a hole in him
I'll send you some drugs, I got opium
Bitch you rap all like bricks and petroleum
I'm the president, where is my podium?
And that lil' nigga salty as sodium
And we creepin', bitch I'm in the whip
Better slide, nigga, you better dip
Got a K and I'm namin' her Kim
Nigga lying, he living a Sim
Wait, hold up, what was that shit you was talking?
I might go fly to L.A. to sit in the sun and fuck in the ocean
And that lil' bitch on my dick, she say I got green
She think she Fiona
I dropped out, right outta college
Fuck it, don't need a degree
All of this shit that these teachers be talkin' don't really mean nothing to me
I tend to flex on my niggas and fuck on these bitches, take trips overseas
I'm in the back, in the back and she twerkin', you know that she do it with ease
Hold up, I had to dip from the bitch (Why?)
She actin' different 'n' shit (Hah)
I'm tryna get me some neck but she trippin'
She say, "I ain't been home in a minute," damn
But you know that, these bitches, they love me
Told her, "Bring me a friend," it's just us three
Know them bitches be waiting to fuck me
In the bed, we be fighting like rugby
Hold on, stop
Think this nigga lookin', told my bitch to pass the Glock
That police a rookie if he think we 'bout to stop
You know all my niggas booking, wouldn't stop until we drop
We erase him like a blemish, I think you a photo opp
Yeah, and I'm finished
Spent the whole band at Dennis
You will get ended like a sentence
And I'm smoking, runnin' through Venice