Cake/Dirty Dan Lyrics

Yeah, we got hella bands, we got hella bands (It's Truly, bitch)

Need no helping hand, I don't want no friends

This bitch hit me up like, "Can I slide?" Well, bitch, it depends

It depends on whether or not you gon' put yo' hands my pants

Put my trust in bitches back then, I won't do that shit again

Get super-duper ghost in this TrackHawk, feel like Danny Phan'

Pockets so hefty, just like Fanum, call me Bandy Mann

French ho, don't speak no English

She want this oui-oui, man

Too geeked, I popped this 10x3, I float like Peter Pan

This bitch way too aggy, blew my phone, I don't wan' be your man

Pop out that cut with .223 like, "You seen Dirty Dan?"

Talk shit, Pico, he get Blammed

Racks up, racks, count this cake

Count Entenmanns

Bitch, I come from rats up in my crib

You don't know me, man

My big bro jus' copped another Benz

Ain't no stoley, man

Niggas be sneak-plottin', so watch who you call yo' homie, man

(Yah, yah)

Bitch from Palestine, she conceited

Bitch, my diamonds glow, yo' eyes gon' hurt, yeah, when you see this

I feel like Rochelle, fuck what you talkin' bout, I don't need this

Call lil bro, he tote shit introduce your ass to Jesus

Yeah, we got hella bands, we got hella bands (It's Truly, bitch)

Need no helping hand, I don't want no friends

This bitch hit me up like, "Can I slide?" Well, bitch, it depends

It depends on whether or not you gon' put yo' hands my pants

Put my trust in bitches back then, I won't do that shit again

Get super-duper ghost in this TrackHawk, feel like Danny Phan'

Pockets so hefty, just like Fanum, call me Bandy Mann

French ho, don't speak no English

She want this oui-oui, man

Too geeked, I popped this 10x3, I float like Peter Pan

This bitch way too aggy, blew my phone, I don't wan' be your man

Pop out that cut with .223 like, "You seen Dirty Dan?"

Talk shit, Pico, he get Blammed