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Sett, Gucci Mane – Break Out Dat Cake

Lyrics Break Out Dat Cake – Sett, Gucci Mane

It’s Gucci
1017 Sett, 1152
Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit
Go, uh, yeah-yeah
Yeah, motherf**ker, it’s personal
And this s**t ain’t personal, it’s just, it’s how I feel

Drippin’ in Bape today, might break that cake today, oh yeah, okay
Drip my face today, I got that b**ch face today
Shorty got head-head over her legs-legs
Shorty know I ain’t spendin’ bread, shorty is dead-dead
Everythin’ I got, it be fast, we don’t give a f**k ’bout the feds
Put n**gas on thirteen, fight for your life in the med’
Popped him inside this drug, I move slow out the meds
Steppin’ on s**t ’til they dead, n**ga, and know I ain’t scared

Got a whole lotta Bape on him, for sure, we catchin’ that check
B**ch sit up in her neck, this s**t up on, I don’t even wanna flex
The level I got as a boss, makin’ me a disrespect
Only hatin’-ass n**gas after that, they don’t wanna see me next
See me with these b**ches, depressed, he can call her your ex
Lame-ass n**ga like him, we for sure get n**gas a X
Huh, n**ga, you know we’ll check, we known for gettin’ n**gas blessed

Try to pump his nuts, he next, all that woofin’ on the ‘net
Can’t say we don’t spin ’bout nothin’, n**ga know we get back
Free store, n**ga, keep all the racks, free all the guys, that’s on Mac
I still shed tears ’bout my hood, times that I can’t get back
I flew out to Vegas with Larry, spent ten racks on kicks
And all the times that I was dyin’, I knew 3 had my back
My fat boy Beep got packs, get it gone, get it back
I’m always up on go, I’m always movin’, no relax

I’m talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Move like a mafia, n**ga, shoot up, blast
We get s**t done, the business, none of that
1152, the job, slatt, slime

All this pain and trauma, done been through so much drama
And all the s**t I did, I know I put stress on my mama
Rest in peace lil’ dude, the boy was just like my family
R.I.P. to lil’ Quinn, I used to Joe pizza with his daddy
I don’t give a f**k about a Grammy, I’m on a yacht in Miami
Why you bust Sett out of jail ‘Cause they got n**gas be snappin’
Lot of these n**gas be cappin’, lot of these rappers just rappin’
Might go shoot a scene in my hood, show ’em where it really all happened

My brother and cousin a trapper, even my auntie a trapper
Say s**t run in my family, used to have dope in my pamper
Welcome to East Atlanta, don’t get put on that channel
I rob that boy at Savannah, I put it down and bam him
It go down any time of the day, ain’t nobody safe
I’m stayin’ out folks’ business, I ain’t in nobody case
I was dirty broke, lil’ Wraith, but that was way back in the day
And that n**ga robbed me with a Desert, but I came back with a K

I’m talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Move like a mafia, n**ga, shoot up, blast
We get s**t done, the business, none of that
1152, the job, slatt, slime…

Written by Gucci Mane, DeepHartt, HK, TP808, Sett & HKBlazee
Album: So Icy Boyz 22
Produced by DeepHartt, TP808 & HKBlazee
Sett | Gucci Mane | 2022

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