BAKIN CAKES (feat. CM Yerk)

Ayy, yeah, I'm still with it Yeah, ayy, smokin' on opps , only reason I cough Niggas be fake, gotta cut the ass off Shakin ass in traffic, get away from the law Tryna run this shit up, tryna cop me a loft Put a O in your shit, I ain't talkin' bout the golf Got a bad bitch suckin' me up, no cost Look at my neck, this shit got frost You just got bucked, just take yo loss , You just got bucked, I took your gun Love, smokin' on opps and makin' them run We fully the chop, not a regular gun Nigga dissin on me, you gotta see him pass the sun Put the boy in the wood, rap him like a nun She suckin' me good, I'm grabbin' her bun I'm flippin' the bow, that hoe weigh a ton , You cross me up, but you is my son Tryna slide in the snow, then I f*ck up the fender I cap like im P, but I swear that I'm tender I love my bitch, she a dick up for dinner for I'm ridin' around the city, totin shit thats gonna kill him I gotta get high every day, it's a habit She let me f*ck, I ain't even gotta ask her She see my face, drop the clothes like magic bumpdown with my shooter, shoot a shit like Mavericks And that nigga was weird, I'm peepin', he tender Better watch her hoe, cause you know I'ma bend her I'm givin' her wood, she eatin' my splinter And that nigga keep dissin', I hop in the Sprinter No cap, I hop in the rental Nigga dissin' the grape, oh God, I'ma kill him I hop in the scat, you know I'ma drill him And I'm smokin' your pops while you makin' the triller When I drop my ski, all you see is the Dreads I'm smokin' on dead shit, hit in the head Smokin' on Zotic, shit smokin' my meds You can keep your switch, want the Drake instead Kept fuckin' on her, she was keepin' it Pski got caught, he was loafin', he dumbass freebie She smell Baccarat, now she just wanna eat me Put a dick in alana, and fucking on Kiki 556 done hit his head, knocked up Meat up out his, taco We ain't swervin', no motherfuckin' ray butThis cat get active, I'm dodgin' the potholes Yo big homie a bitch , got shot in this shit He ain't spin, he just made a song I been blockin' about three days straight Been smokin' on that shit, me and my chromw And I been on the block with the boppas and robbas I'm servin' good dope, I'm high with the cones He dissin' and shittin' on my song, he wanna tell the truth his ass just alone That nigga be cappin' on beats Every time he called, I picked up the phone F*ck his ho on the top of the sheets, She suckin' me good, she eat off the bone Find out where yo, Bitch work, pull up to the job, put the Drake to her face Fell in love with me, after that, you f*ck with that bitch, I'ma bake your cake His ass , kiss the ground, he dropped the gun When he heard that micro-drake I'm sellin' grams every day Smokin' dead-ass shit by the day Pour A eight in the two liter, high as the f*ck, get geeker Got a gaffle on me, I'ma stunt on a teacher Smokin' dead-opps, smokin' on reefer F*ck with Lakeisha, some shit, I'ma teach her Throw back an RP the dick, I'ma feed her Trackhawk jeep, nigga, f*ck it, two-seater He ain't havin' motion, he follow the leader He mad, I'm fuckin' the hoe wanna beat her I was your big bro, tell him the truth We spent, they block, he ain't even shootin' I ain't poppin' bars no more, nigga, I'm through Fuckin' these hoes, f*ck them by the two I catch him in traffic and blow like a flute Got a full AR, I'ma hang out the roof See you with that bitch, swear to God, you through She screamin' and shit, I'ma spank her too She screamin' and shit, I'ma spank her too She screamin' and shit, I'ma spank her too She screamin' and shit, I'ma spank her too you know what the f*ck going on, i get to the loot