Cake

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]

God Tiller

Hahaha

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

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]

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, ooh

Don't get me started, ayy

That's when a nigga go hardest

Flow get so chaotic

Lambo' look good topless

Dashboard, it's electronic

Khaled say I'm iconic

Nigga, you ain't know none 'bout it

Need twenty million dollars profit

Wifey like to go shoppin'

Goddamn gringo, nigga

Tiller got cheat codes, nigga

Talk to me though, nigga

Better lose your motherfuckin' ego, nigga

I'm married to the beat though, nigga

Need a tuxedo, nigga

Need info come to the seminar, yeah

Your MCM just pulled up to the fountain blue stuntin' in the rental car, yeah

Your MCM just over drafted on the motherfuckin' debit card, yeah

God Tiller, I'm Reptar, 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 bein' 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, yeah, I want that cake, that funnel

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & WunTayk Timmy]

Yeah, I just want the cake nigga (yeah)

That funnel cake nigga

I just want the cake nigga

That funnel cake nigga (All The Way)

I'm talking real cake nigga, WunTayk

[Verse 2: WunTayk Timmy]

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 feelin' 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 (that's work)

This time you are not safe (work), I know that I seen you lurk (that's work)

I ain't begging for a damn thing man who gon' need who first? (You)

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

[Outro: WunTayk Timmy & Bryson Tiller]

Ayy, WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk

WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk

Stay down

Come up, stay up

Clique Clan

God Tiller

Socks, what up?