[Intro: redboy]

Stupid dumb dirty bitch

Ugly bugly bugs bunny lookin’ ass motherfucking bitch

Shut the fuck up

[Verse 1: redboy]

Bad little bitch ain’t learn no manners

Ooga booga boy I hit em with a hammer

Bad block I done burned with a couple scammers

Sittin’ on my throne in my manor

My bitch pass me the phone ‘cause I don’t like to answer

Smokin’ cancer sticks it’s rancid

The fanciest at the party feel like a martian in this Aston

Feel like I’m parkin’ at the mansion

Feel like I’m, way above flexin’

Stupid *bleep* bitch wanna ask questions

Does this here cash not send a message

Do I not look like a chandelier in the flesh bitch

Restin’ my legs on the back of a bad naked bitch

Ugh, got me too hot

Used to tying up loose ends away from the cops

Took a trip to the loony bin to say hey to my bro pops

Tasted it till my gums numb I was seeing spots

Now it's only when I take my dalmatians for a walk

Feel like I could take over the nation with this amalgamation of guap

Brrat, bitch, bup bup bup bup bup buh

Uh, yea, yea

In my white tee

Dion in Dior that’s why they don’t like me

I put em on 4s like a Jeep, Forgiato hehe

Four these autos burn a hole in ‘em like a cd

And I put a show on for these hoes

Switch clothes like a stick shift, still don’t give a shit bitch

Wait, still won’t give a bitch shit

Stiff bills I spilt this wock wock on it it

Haha still got more money than talent

But I’ve got honeys to balance, rabbits to chase

A mushroom from Alice she, ask how it taste

The room got much smaller transport to my palace

Screwed up the mex, should’ve never changed, sike!

And y’all internet people get mad for nothin’

Hypocrite tin men fitted with middlemen’s buttons

Of Mice and Men I’d like to see u survive in the pen

Cluckin’ like hens, click-clack get turned into since thens

It’s mista, pen to the pad, mending it back

My mandy, askin’ for cash, my billy bo bags

Silly ho, bendin’ it back she want a mini-me

I am the masta please take a few steps back

Big Glock, only big guns

I’m bench pressin’ the mac, for fun

Ten tons of black steel I’m realer than facts

[Verse 2: Cake!]

This is me when I'm apathetic imagine me passionate

My pen infused with magic I don’t even have to practice shit

Said they had my back but nigga I wasn’t havin’ it

My intuition pessimistic and scarily accurate

So if I have to grab the stick, so be it

Ratchet and clank with heaters

Lacerator send that nigga to the leader of whatever religion he believe in

Dope samples that I sequence

Red dots on your body like some sequins

My fit so flashy you would think that I pimp hoes

How you diss with shitty mixing?

Bitch you sound like flip note

I been dope I tell you I'm still dope as ever

You been foes, oh well, then you been cope with failure

Niggas compliment you when they need help bitch whatever

There ain’t shit that you bum ass niggas bring to the table

Bitch I'm unapologetic with the shit that I write

You get pushed down half your life, then you stop being nice

When I get payed off what I write, I ain’t stopping at ice

I need signs that say “I told you so” that’s painfully bright

Ain’t shit nice, shootin’ out the moonroof

Butterball, zoom zoom

You all soft, built like tsum tsums, I dress frou frou

But pack doos doos, that clap, pew pew

Leave your ass surrounded with blood with no suwoo

I’m still cute uh

Bullpup get you chewed through

Don’t need no manual you know what tools do

Out the Isuzu

I’m masked up like phase 3 noodle

My jewels drip, water pulse to confuse you

Long live cake, 3 women feeding me grapes

Ain’t got shit to lose, I put whatever at stake

Just know you bitch made rappers ain’t safe, nigga

[Outro: Cake!]

Rabbit town pussy

Cake, baby, fuck you thought nigga