easy bake

Lyrics

, this shit is fresh out the oven, fresh out the oven, i'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up, stackin' my dividends, straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin' with, highly belligerent, but that's way before the liquor hits, roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies, crush her so good, she all on my timeline now, lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing, never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink, i'm lowkey like a drug dealer, so don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga, mind your business, i minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga, take our family on trips, my nigga, but if you try me then your wig i'ma split, my nigga, and i ain't tryna kill my own kind, but we always losin' to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie, and they wonder why us niggas always get high, spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly, another thou-wow on it just to get by, fuck it, only got one life to live, gotta push it to the limit, do it big like, what? this shit is fresh out the oven, whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble, big bank rolls, either hate it or love it, it's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin', just as long as you thuggin', yeah it's fresh out the oven, whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble, big bank rolls, either hate it or love it, it's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin', just as long as you thuggin', big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin', whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin', i pull up and park, hop out and swag, grab the glock out the trunk, other glock in the stash, just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin', if i do get some shines, you try to snatch, there's repercussions, and concussions, you know what's after that, end of discussions, i came a long way from eatin' free lunches, from mary county checks to makin' these numbers, oh lord, i'm just reminiscin', kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision, i don't know, cause i'm just goin' with the flow, whatever's required, i got it goin' for the low, i parted ways with my old self, i'm a new man, new face with a new stone and the blue van, blew weight on a bad day with my loosies, suitcase full of merchandise, that's my new plan, this my new wave, this my new tan, this my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand, this my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, i don't do friends, and i don't do trends, fuck it though i'll ride with you then!, bring the troops in, i'll fuck around and let 'em loose then, we'll give 'em blues then, oh fuck it, call me bobby "blue" bland, aye you a fool man, ridin' by you, swervin' at the intersection, baby come and get your blessin', and she gon' fuck with this erection, i got somethin' good for all these hoes, she gotta want the betty 'fore i call these hoes, now if i paid for your dress and your perm, that means you an investment, bitch, i'ma need my dough return, we reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga jay rock and this is wtop radio and i'm your host dj turn-up, i don't turn down nuttin' but my collar, i ain't turnin' down no money, and i ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade, now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang sza ya flat-foot bitch, itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30, do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?, itchin' for a purpose, i can't seem to scratch the surface, i ain't got it like that, do i really got it like that?, you keep talkin' 'bout time, i got none, you can find me where, the sun don't never end and the waves don't part, you don't pay enough of my rent, don't start, i got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly, and i don't wanna waste another hour, really need to take another shower, dirty for you, now this that big shell fishscale, bmx on the ramp with the fishtail, pegs on the front, we gon' get there, we 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel, this bitch steal whoever if situations get real, this that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles, get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle, show your hands, watch how i shuffle, and show you why they hate more niggas than uncle ruckus, rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock, gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock, gotta do what i do to remain on, so all a nigga need is good love when i come home, cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately, and i just caught a hot one, i ain't tryna go too crazy, fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet, give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed, i'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed, show you how to get it and get away with it scott free