Cake Batter ft. Cuh Loss Lyrics

I'm getting cake every day, cause I love batter, she be trying to do squats, so her ass get fatter

Why they talking all that down talk, I don't like that chatter

Why they speaking on me

Grew up with no dad, don't you ever try calling me son

Wasn't that bad growing up, kinda had it lucky

Used to live right on Brundage right by Kentucky, and I don't even like they fried chicken

Took losses in my life, I don't mind winning

But it's okay, I'll fight another day

I don't even go to church, but I still pray

I don't even have a way but I made a way

I don't even have a job, I'm still getting cake

I ain't never had no job, had like three bands

On this road to the top, might lose some friends

It's a cold city, nigga better watch your mans

Yeah, you better watch your mans, how the fuck you gon' hate

You ain't got no bands, got this gun for a reason

So I don't use hands, got his bitch on my dick

You know she a fan, this drum got a kick, I call It Jackie Chan

Damn, hold on, I mean Bruce Lee

I don't even wanna fuck bitch, get on knees

Put my phone on DND, I'm tryna chase cheese

Getting cake everyday, cause I love batter

She be tryna do squats, so ass get fatter

Why they talking all that down talk, I don't like that chatter

Why they speaking on me

Grew up with no dad, don't you ever try calling me son

Wasn't that bad growing up, kinda had it lucky

Used to live right on Brundage right by Kentucky

And I don't even like they fried chicken