歌词
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 (Bow, bow)
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 **** dying, 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
Written by: December Brooks
