Trump Freestyle

Focus, focus, focus Ooh-wee Woo Hey, Fox, tap me in Yeah Okay A-O-Z, A-O-Z I feel like Trump, I don't give a f*ck I'm runnin' it up for me and my niggas and getting these figures until we figure it out Give a f*ck what a cracker talkin' bout Tell the other side better watch his mouth You ain't gon' do shit but just pout Fake news, give a f*ck about the clout They sendin' shots, then I'm airin' them out I do good business with the Asians Let my Mexicans out the cages I don't need credit how my face is Hit ups lean as a leap, iced out Back bullyin' cause I'm iced out What them youngins say, now I'm steppin' on it Made that bitch strict, no whippin' on it Better leave me alone, see me stressin' on it Boys hard-headed, I put a lesson on it I need the commas and the decimals Tax-free money like Donald Niggas really clowns like Ronald Can't take the heat, no sauna He just a baby, ah That's a no-no, that's a no-no Your attorney gettin' paid by the po-po Seein' time start movin' slow-mo Eatin' low, main bed, no main Stash my chain hoes Somethin' wrong with him, leave his brain broke Niggas ain't G-love, lame hoes Trip a bitch, go with cocaine, go White bitch pure, no Jenga Yeah, El Presidente Herc, nigga GTX on the political party, nigga Run shit, yeah We ain't gon' do no debate, you feel me Okay, okay, I feel it I feel like Biden I'm out my mind when I'm slidin' For my side, I'm bummin' and ridin' on anything I just press that button F*ck the world, it's the end of discussion I love my family, and I don't love nothin' I'm probably degradin', the bitch that you lovin' She fell in love, and we was just fuckin' And then cut her off all of a sudden I'm really like this, nigga, no stuntin' Want a tight shift, I feel like puttin' Really shoot shit, my bitch like cuttin' I let her run shit, but I can't do fussin' Don't argue with niggas, pull out rubber tussin' Broad daylight, and we made shit dim Video game gangstas, niggas play Sims I'm soulless, huh? Heart colder like a bitch from New York And baby fat in some Timbs Aim for the corn, we ain't aimin' at limbs Only reason we livin' cause the pistol got jammed My uncle Sam and niggas gettin' taxed Bout to press this shit to the max And they ain't comin' back, yeah You know that we strapped, yeah Put the city on the map, yeah I feel like every president say hurt, nigga Woo Shit easy, though. We gon' run this right here Everything get taxed