[Hook]

Cadillac gold grills in my motherfuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say

I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

Cadillac gold grills in my motherfuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say

I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

[Verse 1]

Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I work to the tippy-top

Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot

Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop

I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this shit to drop

Niggas wish whether we flop Divac

Flocka to take me a boombox, every fucking tune knocks

I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped

Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and bitch I'm at the beach

Bitch I'm at the beach, (oh) bitch I'm at the beach

With a childish flow, that means this shit is out your reach

I'm here to keep it G, from the eyes how I see

You're here to be a B-I-T on my D

I need no ID for you to recognize

I exercise my thought, got you petrified, bitch I'm next to die

(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally fucked individual

[A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around]

[Hook]

Cadillac gold grills in my motherfuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say

I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

Cadillac gold grills in my motherfuckin' mouth

Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae

All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say

I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

[Verse 2]

Why the fuck got these niggas gotta hate for?

I got a lot of shit they can't pay for

Cooler than the beach, fuck the lake shore

You niggas take six, well I'mma take more

I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard, and I get up in your bitch and bogart

Niggas riding waves without the chauffeur

I'mma drown your ass and take your surfboard (PUSSY!)

My shit stink, no cushion Whoopie

Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg

Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward

Nigga sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored

Slower, you motherfuckers goin' nowhere

Except for taking Grandma to the store

Turn the television on and check the score

And trail like a tail on a fucking horse