Cream Of The Crop lyrics

[Bridge]
Hit that b*tch, I'm a boss
Ain't got time for no thot
b*tch I live like Rick Ross
Get the back, connect the dots
Never let a n*gga cross, get the cream of the crop
b*tch I feel like Ty Lawson and you know I'ma shoot my shot (b*tch)

[Verse 1]
Dammit she ugly and look like a dyke
Pull up my body, she forward [?]
These n*ggas can't even rap took a height
I murder sh*t and I don't say goodbye
f*ck all your hatin', my hands to the sky
Want me to fall but too bad I can fly
I might break a discuss and my beat took you high
But it hit to your gallera, eat it like pie

[Bridge]
I'm a pilot in a c*ckpit when I spit these moshpits
Cooked out her nauseous, told her drink with caution
n*gga you is not dis', cook you like some biscuit
n*gga I be walkin', all I know is foreign sh*t

[Verse 2]
I top flouring with my current
I'm a extra cool
I got truth, not in mood, thought I'll let you know
Catch you smilin' in my face but want extra smoke
I break rules, make calls, shoutout Mexico
Tell that b*tch, drink this water, f*ck with no sorrow
Drink it out the bottle while the boys be your army
Strapped up in garments, Ready to harm sh*t
n*ggas so harmless, I stay on my own sh*t
[Verse 3]
I got image on display
I'm a monster out of cage
Hit your motherf*cking face
b*tch I feel like Johnny Cage
Leave you shredded in a lake
pus*yboy don't wanna fade
Let my power penetrate to his mothef*cking face