Tiger Uppercut Lyrics

featuring Kool G Rap & Trapzillas( Logic Ali)

(Verse)
It's the dark level at chart levels,
All lames keeping off the frame like daredevil, car metal.
My fellas in the hard cradle, kids in the kitchen but laws cadle in the in, cooking marshmellows.
Shop more like the hard yellow,
Young face to supply base like most artelos.
So step on this shit like cold car pedals,
Right here you're getting rizzy,
Fried and cooked to the fish scale,
Crispy like all the stretches,
Ain't it hard to hitch the impost on the haters
And your future type of car be the reaper.
Double accent like a double seeker,
Being a young eager beaver made a puff to beefer
Now grown up he lost a diva
Bust it in equivers, chop snop penis that blow like a glove speaker.
Days in the ham like caveman close beater
He be the king size, caging on franchise
Ice cold, see no soul in the man's eyes
And my man gold as the roll in that land rise
I spit grills to make it kill with my grand fries.

You see a killer in this man's eyes
I'm killing and I'm burning like a camp fire,
They said that I ain't tripping, that's a damn lie.
I hand the hand highs like a grandma.
But no, I ain't a granny, I just ate Xanax,
Took down eight Xanax like straight candy
I got a lot of cools but I ain't handy,
I'm a motherfucker savage, but I ain't randy.
But I still get these balls off,
Caught in logic like Beethoven, Mozart
Like show parts and right
Zan cleefing and bites in, we're nicer
Burt slice ‘em, cast them off like Malibar,
I fly it in an albacast and I'll be sure.
And I be sure to make you think the logically drop
Probably body warm, messed up like Mardi Gras.
Dropping off your body parts so your mommy's saw,
You're gonna probably have to get your body guard a bodyguard.