Ring Bells

1 time for the hustlers
That never customer
Block still fuck ya
Squares we not accustom to you

I go yard I gotta get in my bag
Wayne or some cook up smell it in bag
Swear they playing we ain't same I'm buckets cash
I'll rockafella for my gang take his dame and dash
Cake season it's a gogo why pass
I make songs get em pogo bouncing ass
Im dreaded here I know they hate to see me lock in
Bottles sparking hate to see me popping
Niggas talking out they grippers get they mind right
Fisher wrist baker twist I grind tight
Imposters pastas getting knocked off
Tilt the club golfers when they tee off
Only Ls on my belt got a v with em
Ill be big before im dealt or im a be next to em
U can yell but can't no who dat sell
Fuck that set u claim if they aint ringing bells
Yooooooo

That's the game I ain't taking no Ls
You ain't popping your name ain't ringing no bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells

I broam yea smoover than a Cadillac
Crew on me too I'm cooler with a maybach
I'm talking strips dabs papis to the arabs
Working on that heavy bag floyd with a new jab
When u the shit baddies feel it in they belly
Give em the finger roll it always ends in jelly
You jelly your ones bouncing like a stripper
Me Im a tripper tell her slow down baby
Cake fresh off the stove I need that dough round crazy
Wins or losses get them millies they fall thru
Talent baby legs shaking they dan rue
Icing dripping fuck they gotta say to cake that
Pop that louie hennessy or 38
Fuck the bar we stand on couches u tight as hell
Vegas rules im the house bitch poker well
PC repping my gang bitch we ringing them bells yoooooo

Thats the game I ain't taking no Ls
You ain't popping your name ain't ringing no bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells
Cake ring bells



Credits
Writer(s): Korey Hines
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