Ace Hood - Truffle Butter (Beast Mix Freestyle) lyrics

[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***as never will admit it, give a f** if you're offended Man that boy spitting, see a young n***a 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***as up in the crowd, you all hype Why the f** is they minding? Mind on combat Bar after bar, what you talking n***a, 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***a shooting like they Rondo Be on your corner every morning like Alonzo Ooooh, somebody stop that boy Every chick on Instagram wanna f** this boy, ha A n***a abs on fleek, and pause any n***a 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 j**elry shining so bright you leave the lights off Ooh, damn, bling bling n***a Hood Nation the motherfreaking team n***a 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***a John Wall do I kick it with some pretty b**hes like Kung Fu It's thirty grand if you want me in your venue See I'm a motherf**ing beast, no nice guy I get your man X'd out, I'm a cyclops I don't Kid, no Play, f** a high top And still fill twenty holes, screaming f** cops n***a! Hood Nation b**h!