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Gunna - Dead Presidents Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
(Hoodrich Keem, I’m thinkin’ bout signin’ that guy)
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah
Imma drip with my clique
Had to stop right quick, yeah
Lemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6
Makin’ money like Mitch, all hundreds, I’m Rick
Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib
Bust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that clit
Count it up and we hit one
Buy a big house in the hills
Do this shit with no deal
Imma go and get a mill’
Young nigga stayin’ trill
Gotta get it how you live
[Chorus: Gunna]
New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Yeah, boy the lean I’m pourin’
Drippin’ in brand new Rick Owens
I just flew back in from tourin’
[?], can’t come in the mornin’(Racks)
Used to be nothin’ and I turned important
If that, bitch ain’t no Barbie she can’t get in my foreign
Skrrr, I’m outta here
Land in New York and we shoppin’ at Barney’s
Came a long way from that block, it was stormin’
I gotta keep it in motion
I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused
Stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you
I just be gettin’ it in like I’m sposed’ to
I’m back on my feet like I never left
Don’t need no bitch, I’m better by myself
Imma make it, I won’t settle for less
Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse
But I be thankin’ the Lord that I’m blessed
Sendin’ me blessings and I cannot stress
Ran this shit up and I don’t gotta flex
Fuck these lil bitches, I’m chasin’ a check
Don’t wanna fuck, I want face and some neck
Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet
We out in Vegas and we makin’ bets
Just landed in LA on a private jet
I’m so hood rich like Keem
Draco on me with a beam
Roll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt
Bought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent (Duke)
[Chorus: Gunna]
New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens
Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents