Muhammad Ali

Cut my greens split for the team eat what I eat no sex please, floating like a
butterfly and stinging like a bee wash bitch hair yuck covered in grease
X on me at least three cross sighted scopes like rest in peace, Give me what
you got and don’t tell nobody a thing finna come back big pisser gleek
Move my feet got no feat I’m too beast like Muhammad ali, all my dogs rough
they barking at the tree gun shot out back old yeller flee
Got nice fleece jolly good strings my cat sleep cuddled in my sheets,
curling her tail scared of what she seen I release my heat saw my demons
retreat
Fast like effects on I’m a real one bailed out homies when I’m only 16 sum,
dance like fiesta when we pulling up got a lot fans saying Ty do that song
Ran in the back door it’s a lot of love little too much when a mob got their
cams on, damn what is that song that’s me going off on the beat now you can’t
call me trash huh?
Talk off jaw like I’m on some Ike shit and you not that fast cause you drive a
viper, I be eagle eyed fly like fucking pilot try it like a card you gon get
swiped quick
White teeth like Crest now they red and sightless my lighter might bic been in
chiller climates, and my dick too big I can’t fit inside chicks just jokes but
my kicks is really fire fresh
Like geek in hoe you know I’ll come in like creep your house, don’t break a
window just opened the door robbing the suburbs is easy as fuck now we gotta
bounce
Chase like a mouse jerry might pounce but the boy is to smart he be working
things out, man of the crown fast up the mount I got skill so I never will fall
with guys down
Sleep on me you’ll be awake you’ll go insane when really do break,
Cupping her cake call her my mate I fuck a bitch I don’t go on no date
Move out the way doing my thing riding alone but not on masturbate,
steak on my plate dinner was great rolex but still other rappers they late
Cut my greens split for the team eat what I eat no sex please, floating like a
butterfly and stinging like a bee wash bitch hair yuck covered in grease
X on me at least three cross sighted scopes like rest in peace, Give me what
you got and don’t tell nobody a thing finna come back big pisser gleek
Move my feet got no feat I’m too beast like Muhammad ali, all my dogs rough
they barking at the tree gun shot out back old yeller flee
Got nice fleece jolly good strings my cat sleep cuddled in my sheets,
curling her tail scared of what she seen I release my heat saw my demons
retreat