Gon Blow - Cakes Da Killa

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low now, keep it low x2

Young God on the go

Make that money on the block or the pole

Let me make it hot, you bitches can’t cope

Backside on slip on your waist like so (hold up)

Leave a nigga on hold

Pull the car up fast if you really tryna roll (like hmm)

This year I’m gon' blow

Act like you ain’t know

It’s a mix of spots in my sit ups

Diggin in my poom poom

Tryna get my back stuff

Drink a couple shots

See how quick a bitch act up

Look at me to them

They really can’t stack up

Cuffin to blockin, just whippin and woppin

Keep a rotaysh while I’m sippin and shoppin

We’ll never sit, won’t be forgotten

I’m here to make it hot from the womb to the coffin

You ain’t doing shit though (stop!)

I ain’t think so

Mouth so slick like some motherfucking Crisco

Trynna go platinum like the waves up on 'Cisco

Double that, triple that, trappin' out the bando

Stack that, flip that, truffles on the mantle

On vacay, tan, and down in the Sandal

With a good trade built tough like Rambo

Cakes the bees' knees, knees

Make them dollars I’ll advance on their feet

And I book down, foreign breeze on his cheeks

Bossin' on a piece, cuz he really want a piece

But what type of cunt do you want me to be?

What type of stunts is you praying to see?

I can make it blaze

Weak in the knees, best believe

I’m out of your league when I wolf on the ease

Sweatin out your socks and your crisp undies

Lost your style trynna get it like me

Just a minor pet peeve when I’m feeling sexy

Track stars in my DM’s, trynna run game

no swervin in my lane

Shorty been the same, hot shit maintain

Got a pain in my brain and some fire in my veins like

(It's the beat)

Ju-just pump the beat (x4)

Ju-just pump the beat (turn it up, turn it up, turn it up now) (x4)

This shit gon blow, this shit gon (x4)

This shit gon blow, this shit gon blow

This shit gon blow, this, this

This shit gon blow

Ah, act like you ain’t know

Get hit like a gun

Bi-bi-bitch I’m the one

Ass weigh heavy like a ton (boom)

They be throwing hella shade on my sun

Bitch, I really came for the kiki

Lotta sugar in the tank, call me sweet tea (sweet!)

I be looking for the guys with the big meat (oh)

I know he wanna do me in my Vicki’s

Bitch I done came through servin

I’m so tight like a motherfucking virgin

Killing these hoes, p-p-purgin

Boom boom ka-da ka-kya, I’m splurgin

Look at me I’m so dope

If you can’t take then your ass gon choke

In other words, bitch, gag

A bitch like me just drags

Been on the scene with a walk so mean

Been near the shit

Lockdown, all the way

To my girls, round the way

To the girls, round the globe

Nah I ain’t never gon' fold

Uh, I lead you bitches

I am the boss, I don’t need you bitches

Yo, Cakes!

I said Cakes, what’s good?

Been around the world but I came from the hood

My attitude like «Yo, I wish a bitch would

Wish you’d listen up so it’s really understood

Ha, I don’t play all day

Gotta taunt n*****, tell em swing my way

Uh, I can be what you want

A classy lady or a ratchet cunt

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low, keep it low, keep it low now

Keep it low now, keep it low x2