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 sabotage my thing
Never go brazy when you 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 mind 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
If 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

If 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 in 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 (ba-blam)

It's repercussions (ba-blam), and concussions (ba-blam)
You know what's after that, end of discussion (man down)
I came a long way from eatin' free lunches
From Mary County checks to makin' these numbers

Oh, Lord, I'm just reminiscin'
Could it be some intervention or some inner vision?
Look, 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 loose hands
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
Ah, fuck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland

Aye, you a fool, man
Wide body swervin' at the intersection
Baby, come and get your blessin'
Aye, she gon' fuck with this erection

I got somethin' good for all these hoes
She gotta walk the blade '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 in return

We reportin' live from the 9-0-0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock
And this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up
I don't turn down nothin' but my collar
I ain't turnin' down no money

And I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade
Now, bitch, if you're pushin' up the street
With your orangutan-lookin' ass
Take some advice and bang SZA, ya' flat-foot bitch!

Itchin' for a climax lastin' past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface
I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?

You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun don't never end and the waves don't part
You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start

I got big dreams and you got quick schemes to get rich quickly
And I don't wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you

Now this that big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon' get there
We four-deep at a swapmeet, don't need a fifth wheel

This big steel whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (no cuts)

And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus
Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moonrock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on

So all a nigga need is good love when I come home
'Cause the babies gotta eat, baby, the rent's been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too brazy

Fugazi? Not me, me and my niggas not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walkin' 'round knock-kneed
I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it scott-free