Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
A basic bitch can't even live up to a URL
You play the back, I’m in the front bumping Blu Cantrell
My nigga Saint could cook it up because the truth I tell
Now I'm in heaven with a halo cause the flows too ill
I was known for coming at these niggas sideways
Come and try me, I’ll fuck your man right in his lobby
She something feisty, so fake bitches don't like me
Drunk mouth, sober thoughts
So if you stepping tread lightly like
 
Since I’m in the booth let me hit you with another one
Serpent when we sexing, python with the split tongue
Come get me if a nigga really want some
Take a couple shots, drink it up till the liques done
Got a nigga sprung now I’m all up in his income
Got me living good, overseas with the Asians
When I make it clap talking standing ovations
Run it back- reparations
 
[Hook: Cakes Da Killa]
Bartender pour it up like what we sipping on
Jet Beauty of the Week with no make up on
It’s a Friday night, flashing lights, young Nia Long
Now all my bitches make it drop like a Saki Bomb
 
Like a Saki Bomb drop it like a Saki Bomb
Jet Beauty of the Week with no make up on
Body right, keep it tight, young Nia Long
Now all my bitches make it drop like a Saki Bomb
 
Bad bitches do ya thang mama shake it up (3x)
And gon’ and drink it up (2x)
 
[Verse 2: Cakes Da Killa]
I was out in Sydney spilling wine all on my linen sheets
You know you want a piece cause all these groupies want the best of me
Just sniffing all in my recipes
This thirst must be a necessity
Like bitch I work for mines, it’s grind time
So motherfuckers check for me
Let’s go
 
Fuck around and hit niggas with the blueprint
Cakey doez this, pop bottles on a cruise ship
Million dollars tricks, tits out like a nudist
And I'm two-faced, switch it up like a Rubix
Living good like rich bitches off Clueless
Ain't a turn up hit niggas with the deuces
I'ma need a shot salt rim and a pool stick
Line it all up, corner pocket,straight ruthless
 
But why these critics say my flow the fucking rudest?
I’m just that truth tella, so get the hipped to the movement
A drug dealer's seed, my pops genes got me stupid
But this internet got this rap shit polluted
 
[Hook: Cakes Da Killa]
Bartender pour it up like what we sipping on
Jet Beauty of the Week with no make up on
It’s a Friday night flashing lights young Nia Long
Now all my bitches make it drop like a Saki Bomb

[Interlude: Saint]
The audacity of these fuckboys
Ya’ll could never
Ya’ll could never
(Laughs)

[Verse 3: Cakes Da Killa]
 
Turn up
 
He got me so tipsy, I’m rolling in hickies
Just stuttering and muttering
A thou thou thot that beat ta beat ta bea
He feeling all up on me me me me me me
Rubbing all on that mea mea mea mea mea meat
No I ain't no thot though, but I'm hot though
Like yee dee deee
I got bitches that rock bitches who act vicious
C-unit stitches, we too ambitious, the crew malicious
These carbon copies spit game, all fictitious
They appetizers, entrees
All delicious
 
[Hook: Cakes Da Killa]
Bartender pour it up like what we sipping on
Jet Beauty of the Week with no makeup on
It’s a Friday night flashing lights young Nia Long
Now all my bitches make it drop like a Saki Bomb
 
Like a Saki Bomb, drop it like a Saki Bomb
Jet Beauty of the Week with no make up on
Like a Saki Bomb, drop it like a Saki Bomb
Jet Beauty of the Week with no make up on
 
We don't salute these bitches/we just rebuke these bitches. (9x)

Killa
 
I think I'm fucked up