Killa Kyleon - Cake Flow lyrics

rate me

(feat. Cake Flow)

[talking:]

D-1-F Gang mayn (I want the cake)

It's Killa nigga, ay

[Kyleon:]

I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders

Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars

Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller

Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter

Top folder, big knot of guac-ola

The G you come see, when you trying to cop cola

How dare you say, that Killa not colder

Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no

[talking:]

Naw naw Storm, I don't think they know what the fuck going on

Purple Punch the mixtape, bring that shit back Storm run it

D-1-F Gang mayn, (I want the cake) it's Killa nigga ay

[Kyleon:]

I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders

Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars

Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller

Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter

Top folder, big knot of guac-ola

The G you some see, when you trying to cop cola

How dare you say, that Killa not colder

Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no

Open up your ears, pay attention and listen

The agent double-O Flow, on a money making mission

I'm on that play pitching, a thousand grams plus

No less than 2-20, if you need em hit me up

Pockets overweight, cause I'm eating

The corner's my buffet line, when I'm hungry the streets treating

I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)

Get's the, gotta have the (cake)

Might be sliding through your sector, with that hard white texture

I'm the best, I suggest you address me no lesser

I'm a pro not a Yung Joc, a veteran slanging

Snow bis' not your bis', I'm into block entertainment

So approach me wrong, I'm cocking and aiming

Stainless and raining, and leaving you brainless

I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)

Get's the, gotta have the (cake) I need that money mayn

[talking:]

Recognize the name, bitch ass niggaz