Easy Bake

Part 1
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven

Verse 1: Jay Rock
Im back in this bitch, nigga you know whats up
Stackin my dividends
Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin with
Highly belligerent
But thats way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies
Crush her so good , she all on my timeline now
Lookin, lookin, she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when youre deep inside the pink
Im lowkey like a drug dealer
So dont snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, lets get rich, my nigga
Take our family on trips, my nigga
But if you try me then your wig Ima split, my nigga
And I aint tryna kill my own kind
But we always losin to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us niggas always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
Fuck it, only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like

Hook: Jay Rock
What? This shit is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
Its anything goes, just as long as you thuggin
Just as long as you thuggin, yeah its fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
Its anything goes, just as long as you thuggin
Just aslong as you thuggin
Big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin
Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin

Verse 2: Jay Rock
I pull up and park, hop out and swag
Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash
Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch
Theres repercussions, and concussions
You know whats after that, end of discussions
I came a long way from eatin free lunches
From Mary County checks to makin these numbers
Oh Lord, Im just reminiscin
Kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision
I dont know, cause Im just goin with the flow
Whatevers required, I got it goin for the low

Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar + Jay Rock
I parted ways with my old self, Im a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue van
Blew weight on a bad day with my loosies
Suitcase full of merchandise, thats my new plan
This my new wave, this my new tan
This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin down you niggas pockets, I dont do friends
And I dont do trends
Fuck it though Ill ride with you then!
Bring the troops in
Ill fuck around and let em loose then
Well give em blues then
Oh fuck it, call me Bobby 'Blue' Bland
Aye you a fool man
Ridin by you, swervin at the intersection
Baby come and get your blessin
And she gon fuck with this erection

Verse 4: Jay Rock
I got somethin good for all these hoes
She gotta want the Betty fore I call these hoes
Now if I paid for your dress and your perm
That means you an investment, bitch
Ima need my dough return

Part 2
Radio Interlude
We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock
and this is WTOP Radio and Im your host DJ Turn-Up
I dont turn down nuttin but my collar
I aint turnin down no money
And I aint turnin down no mothafuckin fade
Now bitch if youre pushin up the freak with your orangutan-lookin ass,
take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch

Intro: SZA
Itchin for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itchin for a purpose, I cant seem to scratch the surface
I aint got it like that, do I really got it like that ?
You keep talkin bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun dont never end and the waves dont part
You dont pay enough of my rent, dont start
I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
And I dont wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you

Verse: Jay Rock
Now this that big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon get there
We 4 deep at a swapmeet, dont need a 5th wheel
This bitch steal whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty, bustin knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)
And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus
Rollin up that boondock, some call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on
So all a nigga need is good love when I come home
Cause the babys gotta eat, baby the rents been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I aint tryna go too crazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walkin around knock-kneed
Im the silver bullet movin at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free