Lance Armstrong by Young King Lyrics

[Verse 1: Grizzly B]

(gunfire)
Fuck with snakes, is my grass cut?
I like bitches with that big butt
I'm straight as an arrow, my bitch ain't
But bend it over, wet paint
I like to do what they say I can't
Drop an album, just wait
Like my girl is cumin' soon
I'm balls deep in that wet poon
My flow tighter then shirts that're too small
My chopper bust straight through your house wall
Godfather, no Robert Duvall
Lance Armstrong, I gotta ball
Greenville College, I'm OC
Rap still wizard, that DC
Ice on my neck, that AC
Seventeen is that BC
Before college, you feel me
Hittin' homers, Big Poppi
My team come with them big bats
I'm blowing' smoke, my boy rap
It's Grizzly B but you knew that
Bangin' shots straight through your hat
I'm outta bullets, that click clack
Teachin' kids, Coach Mac
Run 'round town in that black coop
Bitch is like ice cream, I love the scoop
I'm dunkin' on the tall hoop
Gotta bad ho, that petty boot
Squad of killers, savage troop
[Verse 2: Young King]

Blah blah blah who the fuck cares, Grizzly straight up murdered the track