Cake Mix

[Verse 1: Sweet T]
Just flipped a script of yellow Xannies that I stole from my granny
How you acting hard and you grew up with a nanny?
Opps pull behind my car, now hands getting clammy
Got a hammer on my hip, Smith & Wesson, not a Stanley
You a pansy, I think your ass is made of candy
Gave your bitch a Plan B and then I tore down the pantry
If you tryna be like me, I think you need to up the ante
I got the yay off my auntie and sold it all to Angie
This Gorilla Glue [?] keep some 'bows like the Comanche
I'm rolling down your block like Mandy, tools handy
Whole squad out here chopping shit up like Sandy
I don't need Adderall but tell bums to send the addy
You a bitch, I think you got that from your daddy
Let your girl fill the baggies, I told her make it snappy
I don't еat Savvy Sliders but when I slide, I'm savvy
Kick my bitch to thе curb 'cause her elbows were ashy
From the 'burbs but the hood is where I frequent
Delinquent with the heat the fireman can't extinguish
In the stu' busting rhymes like a linguist
But when the opps pull up, I forget to speak English
If you think my shit is cap, come get the Google Maps
Every time I take a nap I cuddle with the strap
Five racks on my lap will get you touched like a app
I took him back to gym class, we pulled up, he did laps
Every time I leave the Lab, I'm like, "Damn, this shit slaps"
I don't play, if you come to my zone, you'll get zapped
My chop gay as hell, you get hard, it start busting
Tryna drop this EP, I need to pull it out the oven
Selling Hilary Duff, that shit be cheaper by the dozen
Said he had the hammer on him but he doesn't
I just beat your bitches' cheeks and then I kicked her out, that's protocol
Your girl fucked my whole squad and you know she rode 'em raw
I'm 'bout to take a flick of my dead opp like Logan Paul
Six mags for the AR, I'm 'bout to load them all

[Verse 2: $kid]
My fiend got out of rehab at two and bought some E's at three
I got some circle green pills looking like a bag of peas
I got QPs for five-fifty, come grab a bag of trees
Copping pleas, smoking breeze, watching Glee, not making cheese
Feeling like John Connor, I'm the chosen one
Your bitch pointed at my chain and said, "That's the frozen one"
Walk around with a legal strap but I'll hit you with a stolen one
Golfing on my opps' block, I put a hole in one
I got a hammer on my hip, serving fiends on the strip
You never see me for long, I get the green then I dip
Riding with the scripts 'cause my junkie need his fix
Goofy said he need a brick, I sold his ass cake mix

[Outro: Primo Beats]
Ha
Broke lil' bitch, get your money up
You already know what it is, pussy