(Intro – Jay Rock)
This s**t is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
(Verse 1 – Jay Rock)
I’m back in this bi**h, ni**a you know what’s up
Stacking my dividends
Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealing with
Highly belligerent
But that’s way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies
Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now
Looking, looking, she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when you’re deep inside the pink
I’m lowkey like a drug dealer
So don’t snitch, my ni**a, get your chips, my ni**a
Mind your business, I minds mine, let’s get rich, my ni**a
Take our family on trips, my ni**a
But if you try me then your wig I’ma split, my ni**a
And I ain’t tryna kill my own kind
But we always losing to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us ni**as always get high
Spend a thou wow on it just to get fly
Another thou wow on it just to get by
F**k it, only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like
(Chorus – Jay Rock)
What? This s**t is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this s**t bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
It’s anything goes, just as long as you thugging
Just as long as you thugging, yeah it’s fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this s**t bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
It’s anything goes, just as long as you thugging
Just as long as you thugging
Big bank rolls, just as long as you thugging
Whip game cold, just as long as you thugging
(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 ni**a, with no chains or nothing
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch
There’s repercussions, and concussions
You know what’s after that, end of discussions
I came a long way from eating free lunches
From Mary County checks to making these numbers
Oh Lord, I’m just reminiscing
Kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision
I don’t know, cause I’m just going with the flow
Whatever’s required, I got it going for the low
(Verse 3 – Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock)
I parted ways with my old self, I’m 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, that’s my new plan
This my new wave, this my new tan
This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand
This my shaking down you ni**as pockets, I don’t do friends
And I don’t do trends
F**k it though I’ll ride with you then
Bring the troops in
I’ll f**k around and let em loose then
We’ll give em blues then
Oh f**k it, call me Bobby blue bland
Aye you a fool man
Riding by you, swerving at the intersection
Baby come and get your blessing
And she gon f**k with this erection
(Verse 4 – Jay Rock)
I got something 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, bi**h
I’ma need my goin return
(Verse)
Itching for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itching for a purpose, I can’t seem to scratch the surface
I ain’t got it like that, do I really got it like that?
You keep talking bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun don’t never end and the waves don’t part
You don’t pay enough of my rent, don’t start
I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
And I don’t wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you
