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Gunna - Veteran Dead Presidents Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I do this shit like a veteran (Veteran)
Preach to the game like a Reverend (Reverend)
I'm wrappin' them racks in a rubber band (Rubber bands)
I talk to the plug, not no middleman (Middleman)
I'm stackin' these Dead Presidents (Presidents)
I pour me some more medicine (Medicine)
I want me some Blue Benjamins (Benjamin)
I mail out the racks send it to the can (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Young Gunna, took off like a running back (Yeah)
I'm tryin' get booked for 100 racks (100 Racks)
Paint the coupe black, call it Thundercat (Thundercat)
Keep punchin' this shit like a punchin' bag (Yeah)
They can't even see where these numbers at (Nah)
I had to put 200 on the dash (Yeah)
Watch me jump in the coupe, like a jumping jack (Skrtt)
Got on Saint Laurent Jeans, I don't need to sag (Yeah)
I don't talk to the hoes, just gimme' the cat (Cat)
I been poppin' that shit, got these niggas mad (Ha)
I put rockin some gold, no Trinidad
Niggas tryna steal the flow, need to give it back (Give it back)
I know that wasn't you, you weren't into that (Nah)
You just tryna get on and you really can't (Really)
Then found out the owner invented that (Invented that)
We roll like a Roller Coaster (Coaster)
I had to put it in motion (Motion)
I had to keep this shit rollin' (Rollin')
Diamond, they blue like the ocean (Ocean)
I already knew, I was chosen (Chosen)
I just be grindin, staying focused (Focused)
Run that shit up, now reload it (Runnin' It)
I had to stop talking, just show em' (Show 'em)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I do this shit like a veteran (Veteran)
Preach to the game like a Reverend (Reverend)
I'm wrappin' them racks in a rubber band (Rubber bands)
I talk to the plug, not no middleman (Middleman)
I'm stackin' these Dead Presidents (Presidents)
I pour me some more medicine (Medicine)
I want me some Blue Benjamins (Benjamin)
I mail out the racks send it to the can (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I told you stop talkin, and show em' (Show 'em)
My lil' brothers already known (Know)
Pick them racks up, and then blow em' (Blow em')
If you throw this shit up it's a storm (Storm)
I got some young niggas, they goin' (They gone)
They stand on the block 'till the mon (Mon)
They trap from the night, 'till the sun (Sun)
Then, go drop them a dub on on they own (Racks)
Another ten racks on a charm (Racks)
Gold on me, ten-thousand ones (One)
I'm poppin' some Don Perignon on (On)
I'm doin’ this shit like a Don (Don)
I'm tryna make a mil, in a month (Month)
I fucked on them right as they come (Come)
I'm cookin' OG in my lungs (My lungs)
I promise forever we on (We on)
You live and you die by the gun (Gun)
I'm weighin' that shit by the ton (Ton)
Tryna bury that shit for my son (For my son)
Just gettin' started, don't wait till I’m done (Done)
I eat this shit up for lunch (Lunch)
I got a stick, I’ma hunt (Hunt)
Kickin' this shit like a punt (Punt)
Takin' yo shit like the Runtz (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I do this shit like a veteran (Veteran)
Preach to the game like a Reverend (Reverend)
I'm wrappin' them racks in a rubber band (Rubber bands)
I talk to the plug, not no middleman (Middleman)
I'm stackin' these Dead Presidents (Presidents)
I pour me some more medicine (Medicine)
I want me some Blue Benjamins (Benjamin)
I mail out the racks send it to the can (Yeah)