Baked

[Intro]
What's up with you?

[Chorus: Lil 86]
I been rappin' for this paper, I made beats first
I ain't a maker, but I built this shit for we first
Spin on niggas like a Beyblade, I'ma make they arteries burst
Send his family the clip, his momma, she hurt

[Verse 1: DreXXXII]
Bitch, I feel like Richie Rich, 'cause I stay paid
I just dropped a 20-bomb and made it back the same day
Fuck a Glock, on yo' block with an AK
If the blicky jam, I'ma tell that nigga Nay spray
She mad that I don't text her back, but I don't text quick
She think I'm ignorin' her, but I'm just with the next bitch
She said that she a queen, you know I had to deck switch
I'm up in her sheets, I told my side, "I'm in the bed, sick"
She said, "I thought you wanted me", I told her, "I'm just flirtin'"
Shoot my shot, I never miss, I feel like Dude Perfect
Broke her heart, was it worth it?
Hell yeah, in her ocean, I was surfin'
Pockets bustin' at the seems, look like Dave Blunts
Lil' snow bunny, and you know that shorty caked up
If she tryna line, I throw a bullet at her lace front
Off the Wocky, I can't hear, 43, turn the bass up

[Chorus: Lil 86]
I been rappin' for this paper, I made beats first
I ain't a maker, but I built this shit for we first
Spin on niggas like a Beyblade, I'ma make they arteries burst
Send his family the clip, his momma, she hurt
I been rappin' for this paper, I made beats first
I ain't a maker, but I built this shit for we first
Spin on niggas like a Beyblade, I'ma make they arteries burst
Send his family the clip, his momma, she hurt

[Verse 2: Lil 86 & DreXXXII]
I'm in the lab, cookin' hits, ain't no research
Red mask on my face, make 'em bleed, make 'em scream (Aaahhh)
Devil horns on that bit', sharp as my knife, I ain't Michael Myers, though
He gon' choke up on his blood, not from suffocation
Feel like yvngxchris, blood on all the leaves, tell six niggas, "Rake him"
My bitch got the cake, but I got the Drac', finna bake 'em
I'm a demon with the knock, got Nas posted in my lair
I'm talkin' EBK, no X, it's just shawty over here
I been flippin' all these packs, sold like ten pounds of ganja
Pussy niggas talkin' all that smack, they get smacked by this choppa
Droppin' all these disses, this shit wack, yeah, the song buns
Slow down when I pour up all this Act', yeah, I been on one
Brodie on one, but I'm off it
My bitch body tea, she sayin', "DreXXXII, clock it"
I'm callin' plays like I'm runnin' through an offense
Tryna jack my style? Had to show 'em what's poppin'

[Chorus: Lil 86]
I been rappin' for this paper, I made beats first
I ain't a maker, but I built this shit for we first
Spin on niggas like a Beyblade, I'ma make they arteries burst
Send his family the clip, his momma, she hurt
I been rappin' for this paper, I made beats first
I ain't a maker, but I built this shit for we first
Spin on niggas like a Beyblade, I'ma make they arteries burst
Send his family the clip, his momma, she hurt

[Outro]
-lieved in me
You said you, you, you, you believed in me
You said, you, you, you, you believed in me
You said you, you, you, you believed in me
You said, you, you, you, you believed in me