Ace Hood — Truffle Butter Beast Mix Freestyle

[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 Niggas never will admit it, give a fuck if you're offended Man that boy spitting, see a young nigga 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 niggas up in the crowd, you all hype Why the fuck is they minding? Mind on combat Bar after bar, what you talking nigga, 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 nigga shooting like they Rondo Be on your corner every morning like Alonzo Ooooh, somebody stop that boy Every chick on Instagram wanna fuck this boy, ha A nigga abs on fleek, and pause any nigga 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 nigga Hood Nation the motherfreaking team nigga 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 nigga John Wall do I kick it with some pretty bitches like Kung Fu It's thirty grand if you want me in your venue See I'm a motherfucking beast, no nice guy I get your man X'd out, I'm a cyclops I don't Kid, no Play, fuck a high top And still fill twenty holes, screaming fuck cops Nigga! Hood Nation bitch!