Do That Baby

[Hook: Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash]
You ready?
Come and switch up the tempo
(Yeah, do that, baby)
Straight weak to ya touch
(Don’t get too crazy)
Hugged up in the cut
(Getting oh-so wavy)
You know I never gave a fuck
(Cakey, you so shady)

[Verse 1: Cakes da Killa]
Agh, I spit heat, but most niggas couldn’t feel me, though
I spit real shit, warm 'em up like a thermo'
How the fuck I talk way slicker than some Crisco
And he 'bout to bust, better fetch my fucking peacoat
He like a white T, feeling icy
"Cakey, you coming through," I’m like "Pa, I might be"
I deserve some rounds, show how much you like me
Keep the bar tab open 'cause I’m very pricey (It’s me)
I’m busy touring, flirting is getting boring
These boys all the same whether I’m home or somewhere foreign
Like a side piece, I might be
Chilling in the palm of your hands
Pressed deep into the concrete
Catch a fucking grip when I’m coasting on this tightrope
Beat it out the frame, knock the bolts up out my bedpost
Want me for the goods? You could get it when I say so
Get up in my chimney, shake it like a red nose
I’m posted in ya Range Ro', doing my thang, though
'Bout to crash the whip, thighs wrapped 'round his Kango
Keep the kitty on drip, tropic shit like a mango
And the grass cut right like the rocks on my bangle, ow
You see me shining, televangelist flow (Okay)
These bitches swear they hot shit when they accounts on froze
Catch me chilling in his spot, spotless down to my toes
A young Midas with the touch cause the puss pure gold (It’s Killa)
Contemplate just how ya boy really do that
My third eye woke, I’m prayed up like a Buddhist
Everything I spit bare flesh like a nudist
Had to keep it too real, avoid kissing with a Judas

[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
(I'm getting a little crazy)
Watch my head game raise the dead like Anubis
How I do this, the tongue game something ruthless
Fuck the foolish, if you want it come abuse it
Pass the offering, hand jobs in a pulpit
Sipping Similac on my baby fat
Little nibbles on my neck, yeah I know you like that
I’ma send a text and pray you write back
Then block you on Twitter cause I’m feeling like that (Damn)
Drown my body in the deep end while we creeping
Skinny dipping, heated pool full 'a Riesling
His stroke beasting, night session when we freaking
You gotta burst my bubble like the waterbed leaking (Agh)
Talk a good game, but I’m lost in the meaning
The code of the streets, illegal treats is what you slinging
I think I need you like a baby when she teething
Know the real from the fake, but what’s the difference when you dreaming?
And I think I got a plan for you
All in my inbox, like, what you came to do?
Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove
But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It’s Killa)
Uncut piece got me sprung like you the one, son
But I’m far from dumb, you can't pipe without a condom
Let's sit back, play some Spyro the Dragon
Just relaxing while I’m rubbing on your package

[Hook: Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash]
Come and switch up the tempo
(Yeah, do that, baby)
Straight weak to ya touch
(Don’t get too crazy)
Hugged up in the cut
(Getting oh-so wavy)
You know I never gave a fuck
(Cakey, you so shady)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Yeah, do that, baby)
Straight weak to ya touch
(Don’t get too crazy)
Hugged up in the cut
(Getting oh-so wavy)
You know I never gave a fuck
(Cakey, you so shady)

[Post-Chorus: Cakes da Killa, Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash]
Do that, do that, don’t do that, baby
Why you do that, do that? Don’t do that baby
Like, do that, do that, but why you do that, baby?
Like, do that, do that, don’t do that, baby
Like, do that, do that, why you do that, baby?
Like, do that, do that, don’t do that, baby
Why you do that, do that? Don’t do that, baby
Why you do that, do that? Don’t do that, baby

[Outro: Cakes da Killa]
And I think I got a plan for you
All in my inbox, like, what you came to do?
Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove
But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It’s Killa)
And I think I got a plan for you
All in my inbox, like, what you came to do?
Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove
But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It’s Killa)
Alright, ham