BAKERY Lyrics

Ay, yuh

Ay, ha

Y'all can't do it like this

Y'all can't do it like me, nah

Y'all can't do it like this, haha

Listen

Everywhere I go

I'm gettin' choosing signals

Yuh, I ain't shootin' shots

Bitch, I'm shootin' missiles

Lookin' at my progress, like

Damn, I grew a little

A lot actually

Everything I drop's a fuckin' masterpiece

So you know I gotta flex

Real quick, let me flex on this shit

Shawty can't help herself

You know she gotta test out this dick

Oh, she likes it

I know damn well, I'm what her type is

Do it all night, yeah

Call it a night shift

Y'all can't do it like this, nah

This is what the good life is

How could it ever get better

I ain't no mu'fuckin mouse

But I still want all of that cheddar

Y'all need to quit talkin' shit

Really though, I'm gettin' fed up

Feel like I work at the bakery

Cause you know I'm gettin' my bread up

Yeah, the bakery

Less drama, more paper please

I know locals are hatin' me, but soon

Imma be who they pay to see

Trying to act like I'm an average kid

Come on now, that's just make believe

Be realistic

Shawty thought we had a thing, but

We didn't

Must've just been a figment

Of her imagination, one day

Imma be glad I was patient

To the kids 'round me, I have no relation

They just mad at the swag

That I'm caked in

Ah yeah, I got mad innovation

Anyone doubting is madly mistaken

Imma be a superstar, just face it

That is a fact, and

You have to embrace it

I got so many things to look forward to

If you losin' faith

Don't be shocked when I ignore you

Already got so much on my plate, but

I want more food

Always been the shit

You all know it's true

So you know I gotta flex

Real quick, let me flex on this shit

Shawty can't help herself

You know she gotta test out this dick

Oh, she likes it

I know damn well, I'm what her type is

Do it all night, yeah

Call it a night shift

Y'all can't do it like this, nah

This is what the good life is

How could it ever get better

I ain't no mu'fuckin mouse

But I still want all of that cheddar

Y'all need to quit talkin' shit

Really though, I'm gettin' fed up

Feel like I work at the bakery

Cause you know I'm gettin' my bread up

Gettin' my bread up, instead of

Wastin' all my time

Hangin' with some lamies

Lately some homies been

Showin' true colors, 'cause

They know that my shit go crazy

Some of 'em don't even hide that shit

But I always have known when they faking

All I did was tell her she look pretty

Now she in my bedroom gettin' naked

Everywhere I go

I'm gettin' choosing signals

Yuh, I ain't shootin' shots

Bitch, I'm shootin' missiles

Lookin' at my progress, like

Damn, I grew a little

A lot actually

Everything I drop's a fuckin' masterpiece