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[Intro: Ken Carson] (8-808) EBK s*it, give a fu*k what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon’ try N!ggas claiming they gang-gang but they ain’t gang ’cause I’m sitting right here with Lone right now And I’m rolling right now, off the drank, yeah, I’m loaded right now [Chorus: Ken Carson] I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that’s how my day was spent I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy [Verse 1: Destroy Lonely] What I spent on lean, I could’ve went and bought Mercedes-Benz She said she feeling me but I think I wanna go and fu*k her friend I’m on tour, b!tch, but I still linked up with the X-Man Count up money and pouring up drank, this s*it just like Ed and Eddy Huh, every day I’m fresh with the swag, I go spending Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes, go spaghetti [Verse 2: Ken Carson] Huh, I’m having new cheese, huh, Lone having fetty Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these n!ggas jealous And I ain’t got no envy in me, that’s why my pockets heavy [Verse 3: Destroy Lonely] I want the whole loaf, nothing less I want the whole bag, nothing less I poured a whole pint, b!tch, nothing less I spent a whole lotta cash, nothing less I ain’t got no envy in me, b!tch, that’s why my pockets heavy I keep counting up the M and M’s, put wifey on my necklace Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, \”Check it\” [Verse 4: Ken Carson] I put that b!tch in a Jag’, huh, she used to drive a Lexus I got a b!tch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck I fu*k all type of hoes, huh, I’m complex Like the n!gga from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch I got this b!tch throwing up O, she throwing up the set I live my life on private, that’s why I’m on the jet [Chorus: Ken Carson] I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that’s how my day was spent I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy [Verse 5: Destroy Lonely] I’m tryna switch up my location, switch my residence I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my b!tch Huh, I’m getting rich now, I ain’t got time for that s*it I keep pouring up drank and the way I’m getting sick I’m with the X-Man, b!tch, we like the presidents [Verse 6: Ken Carson] Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like \”Holy moly\” I unfold that Kel-Tec and let that b!tch fold it I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody But all these n!ggas be hating like Mr. Moseby I told you that I ain’t got no racks, I was gon’ do the most I’m way ahead of these n!ggas, man, that s*it ain’t even close I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post [Chorus: Destroy Lonely] I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president Two hundred and fifty thousand, that’s how my day was spent I stuff that s*it in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy [Outro: Ken Carson] I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britches. President lyrics – Southside : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsMozz.com