Bryson Tiller – Cake lyrics

God Tiller
Aw man that was one of my lazier ones I said
This shit sound like uh 2017 Darth Vader theme song or some shit, I don't know
Shit

Oh my god I'm poppin'
Tiller done got it poppin'
Niggas is down talkin', I guess they ran outta options, yeah
Like a lost wallet, they outta pocket
Don't get me started, ay
That's when a nigga go hardest
Flow get so chaotic
Lambo look good top less
Dashboard, it's electronic
Khaled say I'm iconic
Nigga you ain't know none 'bout it
Need twenty millions dollars profit
Wifey like to go shopping
God damn gringo nigga
Tiller got cheat codes nigga
Talk to me though nigga better lose your motherfucking ego nigga
I'm married to the beat though nigga
Need a tuxedo nigga
The info come to the seminar all year
Your MCM just pulled up to the fountain blue stuntin' in the rental car yeah
Your MCM just over drafted on the motherfucking rapper card yeah
God Tiller I'm raptard yeah
I want this car, that car yeah
Deaf, deaf to the bullshit, nigga I'm deaf
I made a lotta money when I started being true to myself
A nigga couldn't make me me I had to do it myself
So that's why I hate when I nigga tell me
They could use my help (you don't need me nigga)
Shout my niggas in Louisville still
All I ever hear "Shoot, kill kill"
Ridin' through the city, through the Ill Will
That struggle, I made it through that struggle
My vision tunnel, I want that cake, that funnel

Yeah, I just want the cake nigga
That funnel cake nigga
I just want the cake nigga
I'm talking real cake nigga, one take

Stayed down off top
And they all off topic
Can't put me in no box
And I can't fuck with no opps
About mine no option
I still can't get no props
Niggas want a photo op
I just want a four door drop
Wake up
Straight to the money as soon I wake
That's what I do with my day
Don't worry what I do with my cake
I'm feeling like bomaye
Been lookin for a guide but I still got God
So I think I might do it my way
When I pull up I look like I race
The outside say what I do and the inside do what I say
This time you are not safe
I know that I seen you lurk
I ain't begging for a damn thing man who gon need who first
Pull up and I skrt
Rap like Reynolds no Burt
I got that fire that lay off
We got that work in a lay off
Put in that work and it pay off
I know my worth when it pay off
Shots at a nigga don't pay off
Let them keep shootin they way off
I really can't take no breaks
Young WunTayk gon take off

Ay, one take, one take, one take
One take, one take, one take
Stay down
Come up, stay up
Clique Clan
God Tiller
Socks, what up?