[Intro]

(CashMoneyAP)

(Kio)

[Chorus: Quin NFN]

Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up

It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up

And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up

We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]

We toted hundred-round drums, nigga, it's a homicide

My niggas, they be steppin' and wreckin' and they got mob ties

Brand new Corvette, I want it, and nigga [?]

I'm a big dawg in the game, you a small fry

Just had a talk with my nigga, he say he tired of that gutter shit

He told me stay up out the way and watch out who I'm fuckin' with

If a nigga want some pressures, swear to God you know it's up with it

Like I'm playin' freeze tag, ain't nobody touchin' me

I put some shots up in his back, if that nigga try to run off

With that rеd beam on his nose, make that nigga look likе Rudolph

HIV up in my cup, cause this shit I'm sippin' too raw

And if he want some fuckin' beef, 7.62 knocked his shoes off

I got some skinnies on, but the glizzy pokin' out my fit

I think my Glock turnin' gay, cause it always got a dick

My choppa overheated, so I bought a coolin' kit

You know I rollin' peace, I put suppressors on my sticks, ayy

I told my nigga calm down, we gon' get 'em outta ghetto

When it's time to rock and roll, no, I'm clutchin' on my metal

All gas, no brakes, bitch, my foot up on the pedal

And if he dissin' on my name, we gon' turn him to a vegetable

[Chorus: Quin NFN]

Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up

It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up

And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up

We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]

Your bro just put a dick on the glizzy, It's time to slide

I been feelin' like a fucker for makin' my mama cry

No fudge, ain't no I can't go if you play, it's a homicide

I'ma grow up in the jungle, he rumble just to survive

It's like [?], nigga, when you gotta lose or somethin'

Come tryna jack and I'ma end up on the news or somethin'

They think I run with handy-mandy, I'm toolin' somethin'

I'm Michael Jackson with this ratchet, get the move and somethin'

Bitch, they know when it's time to slide, bitch, they gon' make excuses

So I ain't tryna fake the vibe, act like we can cool it

I just seen my nigga die and he was still a student

So if you play, I'm slingin' five for any certain movement

My niggas slide and they get active

Get the wildin' with them ratchets

Niggas gotta know I ballin' I'm on time like we in practice

Been five like I'm a dragon, break a spine when I'm stacked

Had many days when I was broke, I had to find a way to stack

We gon' slide in Balenciaga, my youngin's bout that drama

Ran up a lot of commas cause I was born a problem

Clip it, 012, we gave him nine like equal dollars

Stay to yourself and watch how many people fall

[Chorus: Quin NFN]

Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up

It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up

And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up

We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up

Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up

It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up

And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up

We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up