Lyrics Feelin' Like - Baker Ya Maker

Got some Anna on your chest for me then bitch, bring it on
I don't need no fucking back up I don't need no fucking tone
Got my left and my right to lay you on the fucking ground
Blood leaking from your face as you make a screaming sound
I'm a motherfucking man and I say what I feel
I ain't talking on the net Bitch I keep it fucking real
Face to face you know the deal, cowards say they don't want it
Bitch I know the shit I've done so
There's no need to fucking flaunt it
South side, south side, till the day that I die
Hoe I rep it to the fullest yes I say that shit with pride
Just a young white boy who ain't never had shit
Told I never be shit so now I'm here to chance it Bitch
Too thick, too thick, Doomshop is the click
Sixset murking bustas lettem know who run this shit
If you got a fucking problem
If you got something to say
Then bring that shit to the floor Baker ain't the one to play
Ya Bitch
GET BUCK
Smoking on some dank while I sip on a pint of yak
With my niggas high as hell off that fat chronic sack
Bitches looking at me because they know a nigga riding clean