Ashnikko, Raf Riley - Sass Pancakes lyrics

Hey, what's that?
Well, those are apple rings
This is pancake batter and that's sausage
Hey, that might be pretty good!
Pretty good? Wait 'til you try
It! There's a batch already

Don't compare me to my parents
My choices are my own
Cooked 'em up in my cauldron
That's where all my money's blown
And the potion made me do it, god damn
What was in it?
Your rapper boyfriend's tongue and a
Carton of Popeye's spinach
Repped the borough in the Baltics
I tried to be the nicest
Leave me stuck in between
With an identity crisis
And I might just bite dust
Dick around and try to write up
A dollar for a date just
To compliment my type but
You throw out that slut word
That's so old news
You boys are easier to use
Than my Velcro shoes
So who's coming to chill with
Me and caterpillar later?
Mix something with the shisha
To attract you gaters
You tater tots on my block
Don't throw like I thought
Talking 'bout your third eye
Like these rap robots
And sorry, I'm done, I'm cocking my gun
Showing off and throwing shade
'cause it's fun so listen my son
Hold your tit's when you run
Try to keep up and don't cry when it's done
I'm sweet, maple syrup on the beat
Force feed you sass pancakes every
Day of the week

Pancake pancake
Pancake pancake
Pancake pancake

Pancake pancake
Pancake pancake
Pancake pancake