Sett & Gucci Mane - Break Out Dat Cake
Lyrics
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
