CAKEWAR (feat. Xeno)

Yeah I know I'm back I'm back I got lil bro with me tho, he in the cut Turn that shit up yo J4 shawty in a cake war Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport Nigga you a dork Can't touch the court Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced And I, Pull up to the spot with the mask up Shawty break it down on the pole like a dancer But I, walk around the club, I don't dance Spit to every female my words put them in a trance And I, dunk on a bitch Space Jam She wanna know my name, didn't give that bitch a chance Had to block her number she already in my past I don't look back bitch I just chase cash Got no break pads On the Lamborghini cuz I skate fast Hope the bitches see me when I race past Got a boss ass bitch with a touchdown ass And I got a new bag And I got some double C's for my face spending cash She got some double D's but I'm more into her ass You can't get her wet but I make her bubble bath Spinning down your block choppers loose double back Bussdown Felipe Bussdown Patek Bussdown face Got a bussdown bitch Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim But we take laps in a swimming pool And this bitch wonder if she can bring two Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three Only me but I can hit a tag team J4 shawty in a cake war Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport Nigga you a dork Can't touch the court Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced Got these niggas mad now they really tryna press me Get her on her knees now she really tryna feel me Get this bread make it flip Pull this blick he gon slip All this ice on my wrist It's gon make a nigga trip Goin way to fast yeah I really gotta to slow it Now I'm counting all these racks yeah I really had to show it Yeah she had to throw it back now I got her looking back yeah Now I got her looking back Cryin all on me cuz I wasn't looking back I'm just doing me and that's completely fucking facts I don't need no girl but I'm down to fucking chat yeah But I'm down to fucking chat Bussdown Felipe Bussdown Patek Bussdown face Got a bussdown bitch Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim But we take laps in a swimming pool And this bitch wonder if she can bring two Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three Only me but I can hit a tag team J4 shawty in a cake war Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport Nigga you a dork Can't touch the court Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced When I touch the bag turn into a running back I just got the bag then I ran it like it's track Yeah we make that money and we spend that bitch fast But we make it back Cuz I'm bout the cash yeah Yeah I'm bout the bag I'm a fucking cash cow Smoking on that loud Roll him like some loud If this op want smoke I can lay his ass down Put his ass down, I'm the king where my crown I don't cap and gown, I'm not him he a clown Stupid Bitch