Flow - FLOW MAYWEATHER lyrics

{Intro} Floyd Mayweather talking [VERSE 1] Find a beat Beat it up Wanna fight? get cha' gloves Knock em' all down with the easy touch Flow mayweather on ya speakers bruh Going to hard never easing up Only eating em, when the feeding us You think steroids is defeating us? Well your in for a surprise when ya leaking blood Mop em down sweep em up We on a roll, you on a crutch No competition I done see enough Im crazy money shot Im a nut Throw a watch in the ear Ya time is up First cla** yall behind can't fly with us Im ill get ya sinus up The big ticket you not as fine as us See ya prime is up You can't rhyme with us You can't talk this talk you a mime to us Im on mercury rising, thermometers And I k** yall thats why the crime is up Wrong time to go down Ya timing s**s All about deer, I love the buck Your all on ya knees You must love to s** But when your messing with the greatest you must love to duck Ima wrap em up Throw a casket up Ima come to ya wake and Just clap it, laugh it up HAHA ya rapping s**s With a drive like mine why gas em up? Ima ride to the end better fasten up Take a look at the charts and im blasting up Fast as "what?!" Mayweather mentality All I hear is "finish him" Fatality {VERSE 2} Cuz im timeless And they rhymeless And you want war? well ill bomb this Im not co*ky, but im honest Put cha lights out like im amish Where ya sk**s at? can't find it? Where ya love at? can't find it? Cuz I took it all And I hid it all Stroke of genius And I hit it raw And I plan ta ball And you can lick a ball And you can lick it off Even when its soft And that don't make sense But it make cents Yall getting old getting ancient Ima black out Ima racist Yeah Im so foul Im a flagrant Yeah im so cool Im a basement Yeah im so hot Im a flame this Artist with a target Aiming for the market Leave a carca** on the carpet If you wanna start this Wait! timeout Not what Im about Im a go to work and never clock out Im a go hard, never smooth out Im a go hard, you gon go out Another hit mane? You gon say owwww Like its max b To the max b It dont make cents Can't tax me I need to calm down Relax me Cuz I be running beef like a track meet And im a run the game til they sack me And im a get chips Til they hack me See my defense? Can't attack me But if you insist Ima end this With a hand wave and a blown kiss Or a peace sign Then I resign Then ima sit up And you gon recline And I sound mean? But I feel fine Forget you man I need me time CUZ I been stressed and I feel threat I feel it in my chest Like a bench press I be buggin' man Like an insect Coming for ya neck like a chin check Ima spazz out Man who's next Ima lay em down Ima leave em dead Like a movie scene Im already set This is just a heat check Uh yeah Im just a crazy motherlover" Incest