Break Out Dat Cake FTO Sett & Gucci Mane
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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Sett]
It's Gucci
1017 Sett
1152
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
Uh, yeah
Yeah, motherfucker, it's personal
And this shit ain't personal, it's just, it's how I feel
[Verse 1: Sett]
Drippin' in Bape today, might break out that cake today, oh, yeah, okay (Hey)
Drippin' North Face today, I got the bitch face today (Her face)
Shorty got head-head over her legs-legs, yeah (Her neck-neck)
Shorty know I ain't spendin' bread, shorty is dead-dead (She weak, baby)
Everything I got, it be fast (Frrt), we don't give a fuck 'bout the fеds (Frrt, frrt)
Puttin' niggas on 13, he fightin' for his life in the mеd' (In the med')
Pop them exotic drugs, I move slow off the meds (Percs, yeah)
Steppin' on shit 'til they dead, nigga, and know I ain't scared (I ain't scared of nothin')
Got a whole lot of backend on him (On him), for sure know we cashin' that check (That check, checkmark)
Bitch see us, break her neck, this shit up on us, we don't flex (No)
The level I got as a boss (Boss), they committed disrespect
Only hatin'-ass niggas after that (After that), they don't wanna see me next (Next, nigga)
See me with his bitch, he depressed, he can call her his ex (Whack-ass nigga)
Lame-ass nigga like him, we for sure give niggas an X (X on him, lame-ass nigga)
Nigga, you know we'll check, we known for gettin' niggas blessed (Amen, phew, yeah, nigga)
It's Gucci
1017 Sett
1152
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
Uh, yeah
Yeah, motherfucker, it's personal
And this shit ain't personal, it's just, it's how I feel
[Verse 1: Sett]
Drippin' in Bape today, might break out that cake today, oh, yeah, okay (Hey)
Drippin' North Face today, I got the bitch face today (Her face)
Shorty got head-head over her legs-legs, yeah (Her neck-neck)
Shorty know I ain't spendin' bread, shorty is dead-dead (She weak, baby)
Everything I got, it be fast (Frrt), we don't give a fuck 'bout the fеds (Frrt, frrt)
Puttin' niggas on 13, he fightin' for his life in the mеd' (In the med')
Pop them exotic drugs, I move slow off the meds (Percs, yeah)
Steppin' on shit 'til they dead, nigga, and know I ain't scared (I ain't scared of nothin')
Got a whole lot of backend on him (On him), for sure know we cashin' that check (That check, checkmark)
Bitch see us, break her neck, this shit up on us, we don't flex (No)
The level I got as a boss (Boss), they committed disrespect
Only hatin'-ass niggas after that (After that), they don't wanna see me next (Next, nigga)
See me with his bitch, he depressed, he can call her his ex (Whack-ass nigga)
Lame-ass nigga like him, we for sure give niggas an X (X on him, lame-ass nigga)
Nigga, you know we'll check, we known for gettin' niggas blessed (Amen, phew, yeah, nigga)
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