Bake - Fuck It Lyrics

Save it, Keep it clean how you shave it
Need a mind like the pavement, you always need some time to replace it
I don't think my niggas sane, why you think so much drugs entertain us?
Same niggas into pain, we ain't them lame niggas into famous
New cookies not the Amos, New dope get me pumped
New dog get me krump, you a dog but I know the fog get you slumped
Gripping balls off the jump, I cannot get involved like she Trump
More days on the road, more Yaz for the Ye
More glicks for a toll, more niggas into Klay, more cash for a play
Less bitches into real, more booty on the fake, more Judy over cake
He leave a bitch head over heels but still no dudes over Bake
This that nigga that make digits with a bill on them
Nigga got six wraiths but a fake bitch with the feels for him
He gave her six takes cause a quick taste make her peel on him
Damn, No need for banana clips just to kill for him

Switch men to regroup, sixth man out the group
6"10 for the dick size on the side
Lick, Bend, and Reduce
Quick trend but the truth still keep a code, you no sin, you a goof
You them hoes that be taking flicks for the tide, take it down if it droop
Take a round for the coupe, take a pound down to H-town for the troops
Making time for a man, making rhymes, while I make time for a boot
I know nigga's ain't the same, not as me, but I mean the mind made a move
See the grind ain't a game, ain't a name, it's a Facetime in a loop
Yadiiigggg