Take My Cake (Heavy Artillery) lyrics

[Intro]
Pew, pew, pew
Lil Uzi Vert
f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga (I don't f*ck with these n*ggas at all)
Yeah, yeah (They're weird)
Lil Uzi Vert, what?

[Chorus]
Can't f*ck with these boys, they fake (Yeah)
They just wanna take my cake (Cake, cake, cake)
Can't understand these b*tches, uh (What?)
Can't talk to n*ggas, they snitches, uh (They talk)
Yeah, I was off the molly, I'm limitless (I'm limitless)
Yeah, you know I stay on a mission, ayy
Shootin' and you know I can't miss it, uh (Frrah)
These n*ggas, they really b*tches, uh (Oh, what?)
Your diamonds glass, just like a mystic, uh
I fell in lovе with a Christian, uh
On my pants, that be Raf Simons
License platе say, "666" on the Bentley, yeah
n*ggas, they softer than crumpets
My b*tch, she look like Monica Lewinsky, yeah (Okay)
Don't wanna talk nothin' but the Benji's
I don't like pulp, so I don't drink no Simply, uh (Ew)

[Verse 1]
Don't f*ck wit' you boys, take the hint, please
That lil' b*tch breath stink, ask for a mint, please, uh
You know that my pants, they be Ricky
Ball on your b*tch, your b*tch like Shawn Kempy, uh
My diamonds so cold, I get sick (Ee—)
All of my diamonds VV, b*tch, I'm picky
Uh, went to Elliot, told him to lit me (Lit)
Then I f*cked your b*tch, told her to lick me
Got a skinny b*tch that is a hippie, uh
Ghetto b*tch and she's so hippy, uh
Her ass so fat, it is a mystery, uh
These girls so nasty, no kissin' me, yeah
It don't matter the amount
I could just get it around
It don't matter the amount
I could just get it around
Million sitting in my account
You don't know the money sound
I might pull up Big Ol' B
My Bentley, it is a Jeep (Skrrt)
I know that girl, she a freak
I'll be done with her next week (Next week)
'Cause I heard she is a leech (Now suck it up)
You know we playin' for keeps
[Chorus]
Can't f*ck with these boys, they fake (Yeah)
They just wanna take my cake (Cake, cake, cake)
Can't understand these b*tches, uh (What?)
Can't talk to n*ggas, they snitchin', uh (They talk)
Yeah, I was off the molly, I'm limitless (I'm limitless)
Yeah, you know I stay on a mission, ayy
Shootin' and you know I can't miss it, uh
These n*ggas, they really b*tches, uh (Oh, what?)
Your diamonds glass, just like a mystic, uh
I fell in love with a Christian, uh
On my pants, that be Raf Simons
License plate say, "666" on the Bentley, yeah
n*ggas, they softer than crumpets
My b*tch, she look like Monica Lewinsky, yeah
Don't wanna talk nothin' but the Benji's
I don't like pulp, so I don't drink no Simply, uh

[Verse 2]
Yo, what it do? We not talkin' no [?]
I got the mandy like my name was Billy
I'm on your heels like my name was Achilles
Shakin' your b*tch, we got' see if she get silly
If you wan’ stop me, boy, then you got' kill me
Get out a situation with agility
I got the diamonds, they water, Free Willy
All of my diamonds azul, they blue tinted
Know I be movin' with heavy artillery
But I still work the TLC like Chilli
First time I smoked the Backwood was in Philly (Ayy, change the beat on this part, too)
These n*ggas faker than Milli Vanilli
That boy say that he a boss, well, not really
Boy, what's the dealy? It could get gritty (Change the beat on this part here)
Orange Gosha hoodie on me like Kenny
Rockstar like Kravitz, that's Lenny
Tat on my chest, where my ribs be
I send your ass to the morgue just like Rigby (Bah)
I put diamonds on my pinky
Takin' the shrooms make me see just Walt Disney
Whippin' McGuire, like Lizzie (Change the beat right here too)
Wait, that girl gave all y'all a Lohan just like Lindsay?
Faith Connexion [?]
Pulled up to the party with, um, Mackenzie (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Can't f*ck with these boys, they fake (Yeah)
They just wanna take my cake (Cake, cake, cake)
Can't understand these b*tches, uh (What?)
Can't talk to n*ggas, they snitches, uh (They talk)
Yeah, I was off the molly, I'm limitless (Yeah)
Yeah, you know I stay on a mission, ayy
Shootin' and you know I can't miss it (Grrah)
These n*ggas, they really b*tches, uh (Oh, what?)
Your diamonds glass, just like a mystic, uh
I fell in love with a Christian, uh
On my pants, that be Raf Simons
License plate say, "666" on the Bentley, yeah
n*ggas, they softer than crumpets
My b*tch, she look like Monica Lewinsky, yeah
Don't wanna talk nothin' but the Benji's
I don't like pulp, so I don't drink no Simply, uh