Break Out Dat Cake

It's Gucci 1017 Sett, 1152 Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit Go Uh, yeah-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 that cake today, oh yeah, okay Drip Drip my face today, I got that bitch face today Her face Shorty got head-head over her legs-legs Her neck-neck Shorty know I ain't spendin' bread, shorty is dead-dead She weak, baby Everythin' I got, it be fast Frrt, we don't give a fuck 'bout the feds Frrt, frrt Put niggas on thirteen, fight for your life in thе med' In the med' Poppеd him inside this drug, I move slow out 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 lotta Bape on him On him, for sure, we catchin' that check That check, checkmark Bitch sit up in her neck, this shit up on, I don't even wanna flex No The level I got as a boss Boss, makin' me a disrespect Only hatin'-ass niggas after that After that, they don't wanna see me next Next, nigga See me with these bitches, depressed, he can call her your ex Wack-ass nigga Lame-ass nigga like him, we for sure get niggas a X X on him, lame-ass nigga Huh, nigga, you know we'll check, we known for gettin' niggas blessed Amen, phew, yeah, nigga Chorus: Sett Fuck the opps Try to pump his nuts, he next, all that woofin' on the 'net On the 'net Can't say we don't spin 'bout nothin', nigga know we get back Free store, nigga, keep all the racks, free all the guys, that's on Mac Shh I still shed tears 'bout my hood, times that I can't get back Can't get back yeah I flew out to Vegas with Larry Me and Larry, spent ten racks on kicks Racks, Balenci' And all the times that I was dyin', I knew 3 had my back Yeah, 3 My fat boy Beep got packs, get it gone, get it back Get it back, huh I'm always up on go, I'm always movin', no relax Post-Chorus: Sett & Gucci Mane I'm talkin' 'bout nothin' Move like a mafia, nigga, shoot up, blast We get shit done, the business, none of that 1152, the job, slatt, slime Go Verse 2: Gucci Mane All this pain and trauma, done been through so much drama Drama And all the shit I did, I know I put stress on my mama Mama Rest in peace lil' dude, the boy was just like my family Dude R.I.P. to lil' Quinn, I used to Joe pizza with his daddy Quinn I don't give a fuck about a Grammy, I'm on a yacht in Miami 'Iami Why you bust Sett out of jail 'Cause they got niggas be snappin' Sett Lot of these niggas be cappin', lot of these rappers just rappin' Damn Might go shoot a scene in my hood, show 'em where it really all happened Six My brother and cousin a trapper, even my auntie a trapper Wow Say shit run in my family, used to have dope in my pamper Well, damn Welcome to East Atlanta, don't get put on that channel Nope I rob that boy at Savannah, I put it down and bam him Wow It go down any time of the day, ain't nobody safe Grrah, grrah I'm stayin' out folks' business, I ain't in nobody case Shh, shh I was dirty broke, lil' Wraith, but that was way back in the day Lil' Wraith And that nigga robbed me with a Desert, but I came back with a K Grrah, grrah Chorus: Sett Fuck the opps Try to pump his nuts, he next, all that woofin' on the 'net On the 'net Can't say we don't spin 'bout nothin', nigga know we get back Free store, nigga, keep all the racks, free all the guys, that's on Mac Shh I still shed tears 'bout my hood, times that I can't get back Can't get back yeah I flew out to Vegas with Larry Me and Larry, spent ten racks on kicks Racks, Balenci' And all the times that I was dyin', I knew 3 had my back Yeah, 3 My fat boy Beep got packs, get it gone, get it back Get it back, huh I'm always up on go, I'm always movin', no relax Post-Chorus: Sett I'm talkin' 'bout nothin' Move like a mafia, nigga, shoot up, blast We get shit done, the business, none of that 1152, the job, slatt, slime