Takeoff - Bakers Man lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Hit 'em with that sack, uh oh!, fumble Little n***a smokin' mid, give that pack back to your uncle [Hook: Quavo] I'm the baker's man, I'm the baker's man, I'm the baker's man Egg beater in sight, (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man, (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man, (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man Egg beater in sight, (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man, (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man, (skuuuurt) I'm the baker's man [Verse 1: Quavo] Quavo, Quavo Playing with pies wit no eyes Steve Wonder (Stevie!) In the huddle calling plays just like Christian Ponder (touchdown!) Hit 'em with that sack, uh-oh, fumble! (fumble!) Little n***a smokin' mid, give that pack back to your uncle (mids!) Got a bad b**h, yeah, she asian like Kitana (she bad!) Got a scope on the sniper rifle, I see the anaconda (I see 'em!) Talk to Scooter in Dekalb , Quavo, he said "you a road runner" Free my n***a Offset, ASAP, so a young n***a can get back to the money [Hook] [Verse 2: Takeoff] Egg beater my left, Pyrex pot my right Baking soda on the shelf, beat that pot like Winky Wright Ever since my daddy left, Mama taught me "son do right" 50 n***as to my left, 50 n***as to my right 50 chickens come a day, 50 chickens come a night When I whip my work today, They gone find yo a** tonight All my n***as on go, you know they gone smash on sight That sh** you rap and talk 'bout, n***a, you know thats my life [Hook]