Runnin Man HD4President (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)

[Intro: HD4President]
(Flexin')
Ayy, ayy, woah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans, man
(FOREVEROLLING)

[Verse 1: HD4President]
Racks in my jeans, I just came out the trap house (Yeah)
Flexing with like fifty on my wrist in a blackout (Yeah)
Two tone Maybach, I ain't even have to flip it (No)
Pack came through the mail, hit the stove, then I whip it
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my wrist (Baow)
Thirty stick, I got a whole lotta bullets in the blick (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, look, we don't like to talk, we clear the business if it's up there
A hundred K a month, I swear to God I ran 'em up there
Ayy, pounds in the trash can, HD do the dishes
I done started pimpin' bitches, you would think I came from Memphis (Yeah)
No semi-automatics, we got switches on the glizzys
Aim that switch up at your head and put that switch all in your kidneys (Yeah)
Ayy, fucking up a bag, blew it all and ran it up again
Posting on that 'Gram, then the feds started running in
Hustling like the '80s ('80s), my daddy was a gangster (Gangster)
He told me he got shot, that's when I went and copped a banger
Throwed off, give a fuck about a nigga or a bitch
Only thing a nigga love is his glizzy with a stick
Aim game so official, when I hit, I never miss
Nigga live by the code, never rat or never snitch, nigga