BAKE by Mistah Crisp Lyrics
Mistah Crisp
Verse 1
Take a rip
Bitch take a sip
Buy it by the zip
Strapped by the hip
Use the whole clip
Mid through the trip
Take it on the lip
And smoke it out the pip
Get a solid grip
On the roach clip
Flowin like a motherfucker
In this bitch hard
Tell that hoe to pucker
On some rando yard
Throwin sign ferda gang
Nice head on my wang
Brick brack give that bitch a scooby snack
Fucking on yo hoe
Wit daddy issues call me uncle bo
God damn
Smooth like butter
Anything Mistah Crisp mutter with no stutter
Verse 2
Break that shit down
Fuckin on the ground
Smoking quadruple A out of a can
On the bench that what I call a plan
Poor boys they call us
But we get hella puss
I ain’t put up a fuss
I’ll just hop on the bus
Ride it out
Till we get that clout
5k square feet dream
Its what it’s all about
Now really all I can do is just scheme
Verse 3
Bringin to ya fast
Boys got that dank gas
Drug cash
Buy yourself a nice piece of ass
It’s a life what can i say
Call out hey!
Where my money at?
You ain’t really gonna rat
Little paranoia but it serves you well
Keeps ya from getting locked in a cell
Hide that shit in your shirt
Before you get some good hurt
Do it my way
Break it and weigh
Why do i do it?
That money split?
I don’t know
I feel unfit
Ayy
Verse 4
Stick it
Fuck it
Brick it
You just want a piece admit it
Load up in the car
Light up a fat blunt or cigar
Stack the seats full
As much as this chariot can pull
Load up a couple shooters
Hide yourself as some damn commuters
Cock it and aim
Get someone to frame
Keep up in this game
Meet up with em don’t let em get your name
Shits coming to an end
Don’t got anything else to amend
Remember the name
And I’m out
Mistah Crisp
Verse 1
Take a rip
Bitch take a sip
Buy it by the zip
Strapped by the hip
Use the whole clip
Mid through the trip
Take it on the lip
And smoke it out the pip
Get a solid grip
On the roach clip
Flowin like a motherfucker
In this bitch hard
Tell that hoe to pucker
On some rando yard
Throwin sign ferda gang
Nice head on my wang
Brick brack give that bitch a scooby snack
Fucking on yo hoe
Wit daddy issues call me uncle bo
God damn
Smooth like butter
Anything Mistah Crisp mutter with no stutter
Verse 2
Break that shit down
Fuckin on the ground
Smoking quadruple A out of a can
On the bench that what I call a plan
Poor boys they call us
But we get hella puss
I ain’t put up a fuss
I’ll just hop on the bus
Ride it out
Till we get that clout
5k square feet dream
Its what it’s all about
Now really all I can do is just scheme
Verse 3
Bringin to ya fast
Boys got that dank gas
Drug cash
Buy yourself a nice piece of ass
It’s a life what can i say
Call out hey!
Where my money at?
You ain’t really gonna rat
Little paranoia but it serves you well
Keeps ya from getting locked in a cell
Hide that shit in your shirt
Before you get some good hurt
Do it my way
Break it and weigh
Why do i do it?
That money split?
I don’t know
I feel unfit
Ayy
Verse 4
Stick it
Fuck it
Brick it
You just want a piece admit it
Load up in the car
Light up a fat blunt or cigar
Stack the seats full
As much as this chariot can pull
Load up a couple shooters
Hide yourself as some damn commuters
Cock it and aim
Get someone to frame
Keep up in this game
Meet up with em don’t let em get your name
Shits coming to an end
Don’t got anything else to amend
Remember the name
And I’m out
Mistah Crisp