Bake Sale! - Sweet Boyz Cartel n Special Guest: Da Baykuhh

[INTRO – Trap FX + Oven Timer] Yeah! You ever seen a man whip cake like this? A lil flour… a lil fire… This ain't Betty Crocker, homie. This that street-certified bake sale. [HOOK – Chant x Jeezy Flow Style] Bake sale, bake sale — whip it, then we ship it Sugar in the Pyrex, racks in the kitchen Bake sale, bake sale — hustle with the mitts Apron on my chest, but the tool still clickin’ Bake sale, bake sale — I got that heat Flour on my hands and the scales on beat Bake sale, bake sale — sweet cartel If you smell that vanilla, you know we doin’ well [VERSE 1 – The Baker (Jeezy Type Flow)] Trap full of cake pans, racks full of bags Powder on my Timbs, scale never lags I don’t serve custard — I serve clientele In a five-star kitchen with them bakery shells Yeah, I whip that cream like a Benz with torque Got a frosting drip like a 30-round burst I got cookies in jars, pies in the safe That ain't a cinnamon bun — that’s a candy-shaped eighth Used to slang snow, now I slang sweets New cartel wave — sugar in the streets Never fold, never flop — stayin’ hot in the bakery You see the white cloud, better pray for latency [HOOK – Repeat] Bake sale, bake sale — whip it, then we ship it Sugar in the Pyrex, racks in the kitchen Bake sale, bake sale — hustle with the mitts Apron on my chest, but the tool still clickin’ Bake sale, bake sale — I got that heat Flour on my hands and the scales on beat Bake sale, bake sale — sweet cartel If you smell that vanilla, you know we doin’ well [VERSE 2 – Sweet Boyz Cartel Verse] He the baker — we the plug with glaze Got bubblegum bricks in a frosted maze This ain’t dessert, this a dessert storm We slangin’ peppermint pressure in unicorn form Cookies? Nah — that’s powdered game Wrapped in wax like it’s Mary Jane Double Dutch ropes in a Ziploc trap Even Willy scared to step in our batch Kitchen got cameras, timers and heat One wrong stir and you lose both feet We the Candy Lords, we bless the dough Baking up hits with that sugar snow [HOOK – Final w/ Ad-Libs] Bake sale, bake sale — we don't play If the frosting split, somebody gon’ pay Bake sale, bake sale — racks in the back We the Sweet Boyz fam, this the Baker’s trap! [OUTRO – Oven Ding + Beat Fade] Now serving... That uncut birthday brick. Keep your sprinkles. We movin' pounds of that pure.