Truffle Butter (Beast Mix Freestyle) lyrics

by

Ace Hood


[Verse 1]
Yeah, think-thinking out loud
I can name a couple rappers biting my style
But I ain't even tripping, what's a Bentley to a Civic
n*ggas never will admit it, give a f*ck if you're offended
Man that boy spitting, see a young n*gga winning
Eat you rappers up for dinner, oooh happy Thanksgiving
Oh lord, I'm a top shotta, block cotta(?), the cops got 'em
Promoters tryna to holler, just tell 'em its top dollar
I've been cool with it, I'm thru chillin', a new villain
I'm a lieutenant, you dudes finished, a young Lennox
You a Mike Tyse, you bite-bite, my flow nice
It's a bunch of n*ggas up in the crowd, you all hype
Why the f*ck is they minding? Mind on combat
Bar after bar, what you talking n*gga, Klondike?
Nothing never lesser than a mill if I sign that
Try me, Mutombo, oh no, palm that
I'm thinking out loud
I just wanna marry Angela and stay down
Yes Ms. Simmons, you'd get more than just the business
I am true to my religion, I can make your daddy proud
But I'm off that
Half a million in a month though
You owe me money, I'll be banging at your front door
For twenty dollars n*gga shooting like they Rondo
Be on your corner every morning like Alonzo
Ooooh, somebody stop that boy
Every chick on Instagram wanna f*ck this boy, ha
A n*gga abs on fleek, and pause any n*gga wanna test my cheat
Dawg I'm a beast, up in VIP, rocking Givenchy, no drawers underneath
I'm a rockstar, she like chocolate I put it in her mouth boy
She use her tongue every inch, I want it wiped off
My jewelry shining so bright you leave the lights off
Ooh, damn, bling bling n*gga
Hood Nation the motherfreaking team n*gga
Yeah, and I ain't really wanna cuss at all
But ain't no love from the boy, it's just lust involved
Baby mama wanna trip, now the courts involved
Heard you need a little money, now you forced to call
Damn, she don't wanna let me see mine
See all this drama don't fit, I want a refund
Telling lies, cut it out like a coupon
I keep faith, gotta pray, all in due time
But, silly you, that's a poor move
I still ball like the n*gga John Wall do
I kick it with some pretty b*tches like Kung Fu
It's thirty grand if you want me in your venue
See I'm a motherf*cking beast, no nice guy
I get your man X'd out, I'm a cyclops
I don't Kid, no Play, f*ck a high top
And still fill twenty holes, screaming f*ck cops
n*gga!
Hood Nation b*tch!
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