Bake Sale (feat. Travis Scott)

Mistercap

You ready again, bro?

Yeah, TGOD Mafia

Straight outta Pittsburgh, man

Can't smoke weed to it

Don't doubt this ****

I don't wanna listen to it

He the truth ****

Yeah, at my bake sale, yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah

Lovin' havin' sex, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cookies and OG, come to my crib, we blow by the Os

Kush, you already know, it ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it

I keep a bitch gettin' stoned

We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J

She tell me that I'm her new favorite

How much do we blaze? A hundred a day

Say they got the good, but what the pack smell like?

Feel like it's a dream, but now we're back to real life

It's incredible, I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles

All shit you never saw

And it's all at my bake sale

Roll another one, help me think well

I stay with the plane, I'm slangin' them thangs, y 'all know we ain't new to this

Let's turn on the stove, and call up some hoes, let's roll up and do this shit

At my bake sale, yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah

Lovin' havin' sex, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Uh, I just rolled a pound at my bake sale

Bitches goin' down at my bake sale

I just keep it real, I don't fake well

**** say they on, well, I can't tell

I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name

Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same

Rollin' up the weed while I count the cake

Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n bake

What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off this drank

I often blaze an ounce a day, you at my crib, it's no mistake

Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shatter pieces

Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it

Anything that matters, you can get it all right here

At my bake sale, yeah

We can't wake to bake, hell yeah

Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah

Lovin' havin' sex, hell yeah

All day, hell yeah

We've been countin' cake, hell yeah

Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah

We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

Roll, roll one up

Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up

All day, every day

We ain't roll enough, get a pound, break it down

Get them cone stuffed

It's goin' down, it's goin' down

I'ma roll one up

Got a J, make a plane, and we're goin' up

All day, every day

We ain't smoke enough

Oh, I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck

At my bake sale, yeah