Easy Bake (feat. Kendrick Lamar & SZA)

This shit is fresh out the oven

Fresh out the oven

I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up

Stackin' my dividends

Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin' with

Highly belligerent

But that's way before the liquor hits

Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies

Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now

Lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing

Never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink

I'm lowkey like a drug dealer

So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga

Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga

Take our family on trips, my nigga

But if you try me then your wig I'ma split, my nigga

And I ain't tryna kill my own kind

But we always losin' to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie

And they wonder why us niggas always get high

Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly

Another thou-wow on it just to get by

Fuck it, only got one life to live

Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like

What? This shit is fresh out the oven

Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble

Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it

It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'

Just as long as you thuggin', yeah it's fresh out the oven

Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble

Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it

It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'

Just as long as you thuggin'

Big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin'

Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin'

I pull up and park, hop out and swag

Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash

Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin'

If I do get some shines, you try to snatch

There's repercussions, and concussions

You know what's after that, end of discussions

I came a long way from eatin' free lunches

From Mary County checks to makin' these numbers

Oh Lord, I'm just reminiscin'

Kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision

But I don't know, 'cause I'm just goin' with the flow

Whatever's required, I got it goin' for the low

I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man

New face with a new stone and the blue van

Blew weight on a bad day with my loosies

Suitcase full of merchandise, that's my new plan

This my new wave, this my new tan

This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand

This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends

And I don't do trends

Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!

Bring the troops in

I'll fuck around and let 'em loose then

We'll give 'em blues then

Oh fuck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland

Aye you a fool man

Ridin' by you, swervin' at the intersection

Baby come and get your blessin'

And she gon' fuck with this erection

I got somethin' good for all these hoes

She gotta want the Betty 'fore I call these hoes

Now if I paid for your dress and your perm

That means you an investment, bitch

I'ma need my dough return