Obama

What the fuck y'all niggas droppin? Man, y'all niggas floppin

It's BMG, bitch, I been ballin' like I'm Obi Toppin

He ain't talkin' bout no money, I'm gon' change the topic

I got my clip up in this bitch, might fuck around and drop it

These niggas pie, I'll put it in they face like Kevin Johnson

My pockets fat, bitch, I got shit cookin' like Action Bronson

And he was playin' with that paper, so I had to off him

I ain't gon' lie, I did him green as fuck like I was from Boston

Play with the guys, then we gon' smoke ya up just like a Rasta

You ain't gon' last long in the O just like you Serge Ibaka

Lil' Jefe pop up out the cut, make niggas shit they boxers

Y'all sons pussy as a fuck, I don't know bout y'all daughters

Bitch, I been runnin' up the racks, I need a glass of water

That nigga walked up to my window, bitch, I almost shot him

You better not walk up to my window unless you tryna cop it

I got lil' mama on her knees, she look like Shane Dawson

And when I catch that boy, that shit over like walkie-talkies

When me and Jefe drop that mask, we look like Jabbawockeez

Don't make me get up on your ass, bitch, you don't want these problems

I bet I crack this bitch in four Minutes like she Madonna

I bet I drop a fuckin' bomb, bitch, I'm Barack Obama

I bet I drop a fuckin' bomb, bitch, I'm Barack Obama