GB - Mr. Baker lyrics

Hey Hear the trumpets trumping uh beats a bumping I'm up to something a words I'm mumbling Everybody knows I'm coming, it's just a matter of when Mr. Baker in this bakery I'm about to dig in Gary is the name, won't be the last that ya hear it My rhyme's is scary and ya girl be probably scream when she near it I mean I know a couple of fools that hear my words and they fear it My story going as I want this game I puppeteer it My spirit sends lyrics my body answers with harmony These notes surrounding my ears be in my heart just a bargaining the kid Like right and wrong together sounding like a melody My thoughts and song together seeming like the remedy This brew my medicine, doctor prescribed but I ain't hesitant When I get to sipping, flows be ripping like a testament Mr. Baker, the man that gone make her shake her a** off Lyrical Letters be merging together between the coughs When I'm writing I'm smoking, I'm smoking I'm choking Sounds so high off the potent that I be toking Uh when she come around with the dude, feel like a rock star Want to roam the town with crew up in this hot car But ya know we in this b**h it go fast Ain't gonna stop the ride till it crash, Dummy This dick ain't wrapped I'm no mummy If you lick the shaft, betta know you get the honey b I be swarming and warning these hoes about my sting She be swarming and tryna get her hands up on the bling Saying GB I don't know if we can treat this as fling Mr. Baker, GB for the short This my timing I be rhyming on these beats like it's a sport Mr. Baker, ooo this thing so smooth Hit it so long lil shawty can't move Mr. Baker ask me if I do her like that See for ya self, baby girl, toot it toot it on back Mr. Baker she call me, seem like she think I'm her teacher She a grade a student, yea I test her what I teach her Type of girl to bring the apple to the cla** and be the reader When the bell ring we headed off to f** under the bleachers Uh my sole so worn like I need the new sneakers She say my head is in the clouds but bet that drake was too a dreamer Just because I live my life fast don't mean that GB is a speeder She clicking all up on me till I burst like minesweeper Mr. Baker, the man that gone make her shake her a** off Lyrical Letters be merging together between the coughs When I'm writing I'm smoking, I'm smoking I'm choking Sounds so high off the potent that I be toking Mr. Baker, GB for the short This my timing I be rhyming on these beats like it's a sport Mr. Baker, ooo this thing so smooth Hit it so long lil shawty can't move Mr. Baker ask me if I do her like that See for ya self, baby girl, toot it toot it on back Uh accredit myself to 94, now my music shake the doors And how I do's it bring the who*es She want to explore the shore I'll be the 9 she'll be down on all fours Mr. Baker the man that gonna make her shake her a** off (x3)