[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
(Kio, 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 draws, n***a, it's a homicide
My n***as, they be steppin' and wreckin' and they got mob ties
Brand new Corvette, I want it, and n***a [?]
I'm a big dawg in the game, you a small fry
Just had a talk with my n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a try to run off
With that rеd beam on his nose, make that n***a 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 n***a 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 [?], n***a, 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 n***a die and he was still a student
So if you play, I'm slingin' five for any certain movement
My n***as slide and they get active
Get the wildin' with them ratchets
N***as 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