Alicia Keys lyrics

[Intro: Lil Rae]
Huh, damn, damn, damn

[Chorus: Lil Rae]
Gettin' cake my favorite hobby
A cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can’t wait for him to try me (Damn, damn, damn)
I can't let them boys pass by me, miss the Bacc' up with Versace
Had to make the ho get off of me, I don’t like the way she ridin' it, goddamn (Goddamn)
Huh, everybody wanna be killers
Until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas
If she wasn't a ten, I did not hit her, if I spin, I bet I hit him
He tried to come through in some Purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim

[Verse 1: Lil Rae]
Beat on my chest, man, I go apesh*t, all the opps gon' hate this
If you ain't made three hundred thousand, get up out my face, b*tch
On the phone with bro, said he gon' walk 'em down, that's yesterday, b*tch
Told me check my bank, I seen a hundred K, that was today, b*tch
(Damn, damn, damn)
You better pray to God
Keep tryna act fake throwed inside them Trillers, you better blow that rod, b*tch
I’m back up on his ass, better not come outside, I feel bad for the other side
The way I suited my ARP up, you would think I had a mod, and that’s on God

[Verse 2: Lil Dre6o & Lil Rae]
Me and Lil Rae finna pull the big-body Benz out the garage
I got this opp ho treatin' me right in the penthouse, gave me a massage (On God)
These n*ggas thought it was over, hell nah, I’m finna take sh*t up a notch
Know I hate a junkie-ass ho that just wanna f*ck, then smoke up all your 'za
ARP, FN, and DB like I don't know my alphabet
An opp seen me and I ain't do sh*t, still went in cardiac arrest
These n*ggas wearin’ these fake-ass watches, they need to be Cartier arrested
I make sure everybody else straight 'fore I go put a fifty inside of my necklace, huh
Sayin' DG ain't steppin' on sh*t in the street like sayin' your mama ain't have you
As soon as I f*ck this b*tch, ain't no more talkin' 'cause this sh*t here been past due
Everybody had they time, why the f*ck you hatin' 'cause I got me some money and passed you?
If I had the wave and I fell off, on God, man, I'd probably be mad too
We got them switches and we put belt to ass just like your motherf*ckin' dad do
I ain't gotta pop out drip every day for these hoes, I can just wear somethin' casual
If she wanna leave 'cause she say that I'm doin' her wrong, baby girl, I ain't even mad at you
Whenever I get in the booth and I'm rappin' that hot sh*t, just know everything factual (Damn, damn, damn)
[Chorus: Lil Rae]
Gettin' cake my favorite hobby
A cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can't wait for him to try me (Damn, damn, damn)
I can't let them boys pass by me, miss the Bacc' up with Versace
Had to make the ho get off of me, I don't like the way she ridin' it, goddamn (Goddamn)
Huh, everybody wanna be killers
Until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas
If she wasn't a ten, I did not hit her, if I spin, I bet I hit him
He tried to come through in some Purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim