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 niggas