Anye Elite - Truffle Butt (Truffle Butter Freestyle) lyrics

[Anye] Yo speed it up I wanna jump in that sh** Yeah like double touch Im wanna spit it fast like Like I'm coming out the clutch Verse 1 Everytime they say a f*ggot can't spit I go balls to the wall and start rapping bout a dick sh** I tell them every f**ing time s** sells n***as and b**hes and gay n***as there don't be no different I could sell a red fitted to crip If that n***a wanna hit He finna cop that sh** Don't get it twisted never no lewinsky But he looking for brain and I'm looking or pinky Boy these on fleek Swear to f**ing God I'm getting better every week If they're coming for me Tell em have several seats My Album coming n***a this is just a tease Is he maybach is he young money I might be g.o.o.d music depend on what the got for me Do my own thing call it that funny money I roll with my own crew so do something to me I just be spitting my barz and smoking my weed Grammy weekend bottles flowing constantly I just be singing my songs and doing my thing Yo I'm a f*ggot getting money yes indeed Like good lawd Verse 2 Yo what the f** they gonna say about ye? sh**, Cause that f*ggot he got game legit I be checking these n***as like bobby fisher Yo, and these haters I leave em bitter But wait I'm thinkin I need a coat Yessir my flow be that cold Uh-huh now what that make me? The realest M.C. on the M.I.C I'm bout that I.C.O. and that N.I.C sh** Don't nothing really be phazing me See what's crazy to you might be genius to me So I keep on doing what comes naturally Ok take the cat I'll take the dog (woof) Take the bench I'll take the ball (swoosh) Hop out the window still didn't fall Tell issac newton that I broke his law Ok Uh, I didn't fall...ya** lawt Verse 3 Picture this Sicilly picture me Boarding a jet just to ki-ki That mean chit-chat Then I fly right back On my magic carpet yo where them dykes at? You know my motto ching ching before the ding-ding That's what I be thinking everytime that the phone ring And when the money right then it's all hype Blunts blowing bottles popping like all night Hanging with the strippers and the p**n stars And waking up in the five stars I'm that dude boy diva I ain't suntin him or her either Casue if I'm going in then you finna holla Take your top and a make them my bottom Take your top and and make them my bottom Turning haters into cheerleaders have them rah-rotten Yeah they rah rah cause I'm the f**ing best ya** lawt Yeah they rah rah cause I'm the f**ing best ya** lawt