Bake me a cake, but it tilted (Tilted)

Bake me a cake, but it tilted (But it tilted)

Stupid-ass **** (Bitch-ass ****)

How you bake me a cake, but it's tilted?

Slide through the A and pay Raleigh a visit (Grrah)

Good rappin' ass **** gifted, somebody sign him before he be missin' (DracBaby)

When you really know him, it hit different

I know your background, **** be bitches (Day one)

When them shots let off, he was scared

Mugshot, he got hit in the head (Head tap)

I'ma do what it take for to get 'em

Not talkin' 'bout you, I want all of you **** (Everybody)

Seen you linkin' with **** on pictures

Get caught at the studio, die with your pistol (Get hit up)

And the bullets sprayin' not the issue, the tricky part tryna catch the lil' **** (Get the drop)

You can run all you want, I ain't worried, it could be years, still gon' seek surgery (Baow, baow)

With this .300 Blackout, I'm purgin'

He won't respond 'cause he really nervous (He scared)

He was droppin' them songs and wasn't rappin'

Talkin' 'bout good try, a diss that was tragic (**** playin')

**** play with my cousin I'm slidin'

ProblemChild, not the one that was 5 (T)

These **** be dissin', but lyin'

The cap rappers be the ones to get signed (Go get 'em)

Rollin' dead ****, I was fryin'

Now, Quese and Mombay on everybody mind (Dead man)

Whenever I shoot, I'ma slime

Don't care if it unexpected, it's that time (Let's go)

Go check the score, these **** dyin'

I'm feignin' for blood and dollars signs

Go check the score, these **** dyin', I'm feignin' for blood and dollars signs

I ain't rappin' with ****, I'm fresh off a drill, and I ain't even took a bleach bath

That lil' ass chain gon' go on my neck, I guess I'm NLESS ENT, now

These **** think 'cause they got a lil' money, they can duck a .223, now (Hell nah)

I'm tryna see how the fuck is you live when it ain't even been no get back? (It ain't even)

I'm tired of smokin' **** from that side, Jr. Boss made a good strand (Jr. Boss)

I'm tired of smokin' **** from that side, the last one was the gunman

I'm tired of **** dissin' from behind, they done turned me to a huntin' man

I'm tired of **** playin' like they dyin', I guess that **** had a stuntin' man

Drac motherfuckin' playin' dead

****, get your bitch ass up

You hear me? Get your bitch-ass up, **** (Ayy)

Get up

Get up

Get up

Get up

How you bake me a cake, but it's tilted?

Slide through the A and pay Raleigh a visit

Good rappin' ass **** gifted, somebody sign him before he be missin'

When you really know him, it hit different

I know your background, **** be bitches (You a bitch)

When them shots let off, he was scared

Mugshot, he got hit in the head (Head tap)

I'ma do what it take for to get 'em

Not talkin' 'bout you, I want all of you **** (Everybody)

Seen you linkin' with **** on pictures

Get caught at the studio, die with your pistol

And the bullets sprayin' not the issue, the tricky part tryna catch the lil' ****

You can run all you want, I ain't worried, it could be years, still gon' seek surgery (Whenever)

Stop that, ****

BJG, OKC

SM4