Lyrics No Cake (feat. Xhulooo) - Xhulooo , Fnodell

I said
Hit a lick, we gon hit a lick on that boy
Keep the stick, we gon up the stick on that boy
I stay fresh temper tantrum throw a fit on that boy
Diamonds hit you see that they glist on that boy
Baby we whipping up egg beater
I'm in a Rari you know it's a two seater
Look at my left wrist it's lookin like a freezer
She steady talkin out her mouth well don't believe her
Like I just sneezed baby I am blessed
I got sum bruddas that will shoot you without a vest
Bape on my body Bape on my chest
We just up the shotty and we aiming for your neck
Hit out the park baby like Jeter
Talking crazy out ya mouth I can't see ya
Mans got chip like Peter
I got more songs than a Carti leaker
What's point in tryna hate if you ain't got no cake
Put on my glasses see the difference between real and fake
Hit a lick, Yeah we hit a lick on that boy
Keep the stick, yeah we finna stick up that boy
223's yeah they finna hit up that boy
223's yeah they finna split up that boy
Got bands yeah we goin up finna kickback pour the four up
And she pop the Perky made her throw up
Say you gangster boy you better show us
Got a bad bitch now she on me
Me and Xhulooo throwing money
You a dead man better pay me or you going where it ain't sunny
Count up my guap man I count up these riches
Yo money short it be short like a midget
She see the guap and now she wanna kick it
Imma just play with that bitch like a fidget
All of my family is counting on me
I swear these niggas be plotting on me
Getting the guap i be counting money
I swear these niggas be plotting on me
Hit a lick, we gon hit a lick on that boy
Keep the stick, we gon up the stick on that boy
I stay fresh temper tantrum throw a fit on that boy
Diamonds hit you see that they glist on that boy