Guess Whos Bak

(Baklava made this) I'm pulling up I'm on my way I left those snitches DOA I f*ck with Yeat His balaclava he doesn't eat Enough baklava These bitches think My flows a joke Yet here we are And no one's laughing This shits a game And I ain't playin Don't got no time For mines and crafting Baklava Stays on my mind I munch it more Than ice on spice Pouring up and Getting crossed Am I drinking wine Or the blood of Christ (This guy fucking sucks) Guess who's bak That's bak For Bitch A Knife Can't cut you worse I'll f*ck you up So goddamn much You won't make the fucking hearse Trumpets screaming In my ears I shit my pants I let it linger Another bar Another verse I'm the thinker Only blinkers I like my pastry Soaked in syrup Stacked up tall And filled with nuts I take a bite It's super sweet Baklavava No shortcuts God is dead And I'm up next Verses so hot They leave you erect I use my pen For two things for writing bars And cashing checks