Gon’ Blow

Lyrics

(It's the beat) [Intro: Cakes Da Killa] Ju-just pump the beat (x11) I'm screaming Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low now, keep it low x2 [Pre verse: Cakes Da Killa] Young God on the go Make that money on the block or the pole Let me make it hot, you bitches can't cope Backside on slip on your waist like so (hold up) Leave a nigga on hold Pull the car up fast if you really tryna roll (like hmm) This year I'm gon' blow Act like you ain't know [Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa] It's a mix of spots in my sit ups Diggin in my poom poom Tryna get my back stuff Drink a couple shots See how quick a bitch act up Look at me to them They really can't stack up Cuffin to blockin, just whippin and woppin Keep a rotaysh while I'm sippin and shoppin We'll never sit, won't be forgotten I'm here to make it hot from the womb to the coffin You ain't doing shit though (stop!) I ain't think so Mouth so slick like some motherfucking Crisco Trynna go platinum like the waves up on 'Cisco Double that, triple that, trappin' out the bando Stack that, flip that, truffles on the mantle On vacay, tan, and down in the Sandal With a good trade built tough like Rambo Cakes the bees' knees, knees Make them dollars I'll advance on their feet And I book down, foreign breeze on his cheeks Bossin' on a piece, cuz he really want a piece But what type of cunt do you want me to be? What type of stunts is you praying to see? I can make it blaze [?] Weak in the knees, best believe I'm out of your league when I wolf on the ease Sweatin out your socks and your crisp undies Lost your style trynna get it like me Just a minor pet peeve when I'm feeling sexy Track stars in my DM's, trynna run game [?] no swervin in my lane Shorty been the same, hot shit maintain Got a pain in my brain and some fire in my veins like [Bridge: Cakes da Killa and Rye Rye] (It's the beat) Ju-just pump the beat (x4) Ju-just pump the beat (turn it up, turn it up, turn it up now) (x4) This shit gon blow, this shit gon (x4) This shit gon blow, this shit gon blow This shit gon blow, this, this This shit gon blow Ah, act like you ain't know [Verse 2: Rye Rye] Get hit like a gun Bi-bi-bitch I'm the one Ass weigh heavy like a ton (boom) They be throwing hella shade on my sun Bitch, I really came for the kiki Lotta sugar in the tank, call me sweet tea (sweet!) I be looking for the guys with the big meat (oh) I know he wanna do me in my Vicki's Bitch I done came through servin I'm so tight like a motherfucking virgin Killing these hoes, p-p-purgin Boom boom ka-da ka-kya, I'm splurgin Look at me I'm so dope If you can't take then your ass gon choke In other words, bitch, gag A bitch like me just drags Been on the scene with a walk so mean Been near the shit [?] Lockdown, all the way To my girls, round the way To the girls, round the globe Nah I ain't never gon' fold Uh, I lead you bitches I am the boss, I don't need you bitches Yo, Cakes! I said Cakes, what's good? Been around the world but I came from the hood My attitude like "Yo, I wish a bitch would Wish you'd listen up so it's really understood Ha, I don't play all day Gotta taunt n*****, tell em swing my way Uh, I can be what you want A classy lady or a ratchet cunt [Outro: Cakes da Killa] Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now Keep it low now, keep it low x2