Текст песни How I Came - Quin Nfn

How I Came - Quin Nfn
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Дата выпуска: 02.11.2023
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Язык песни: Английский

How I Came

Fuck it, I might make this the intro song, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah\nSeat a recliner, lil' Quincho been stackin' designer\nBut he ain’t found nothin' to go with it\nFound me a way out the streets, but I still gotta play on the P’s\nI just let my lil' bro hit it\nWe leave niggas deceased, I ain’t signed to G Herbo\nBut when we start beefin', it’s no limit\nGot off my ass, had to go get it\nHe say he ridin' 'bout his clique’nem, but my niggas no different\nToo hood to go R&B, but I still put the truth in it\nNew house came with three rooms in it\nShe said I went out in two minutes last time\nSo I popped a Perc' just to groove in it\nBrand new coupe, backseat with no room in it\nShe like a hoop with the troops, I’m a lieutenant\nHe tryna hide, stay inside, we gon' shoot in it\nHad to lay low and just grind for a few minutes\nNew M5, not a SRT\nI don’t change up, nigga, LRG\nGreen dot with a stock on the ARP\nDraw down with this lead like it’s A-R-T\nMy son got more paper than y’all, what you didn’t know?\nGot the rap check and investin' in Crypto\nWe got some big shit that go through a hippo\nWon’t do no flies and I’m poppin' like Crisco\nYeah, it ain’t no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'?\nI came in, bitch, that’s just how I’m dying\nWe gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin'\nJumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron\nBitches you ridin', better make up your mind\nRetaliation don’t come with no time\nWe made a toast just to pour up some lime\nHe made a post, we gon' blow out his mind\nIt ain’t no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'?\nI came in, bitch, that’s just how I’m dying\nWe gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin'\nJumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron\nBitches you ridin', better make up your mind\nRetaliation don’t come with no time\nWe made a toast just to pour up some lime\nHe made a post, we gon' blow out his mind\nHe make a post, make him go to the drop\nSam catch up with him, we gon' hit at his top\nShe said she wanted me ghost like the ho name was Taiki\nBitch wanna fuck on my brother, you know I ain’t stop 'em\nCan’t be my baby, I don’t do no adoptin'\nDon’t fuck with niggas like I run with Nazis\nWith a bitch makin' Tres, but I’m pourin' up Wocky\nPut this shit on, put money in all of my pockets\nAyy, I see you watchin', I hope you ain’t plottin'\nGot a Glock .23, but I shoot it like Stockton\nDroppin' off bags and put dope in your stocking\nGot a cougar who drop off the Perkys and Roxys\nIf you tryna make money, just sit back and watch it\nAll my phone do is ring, you would think I was boxin'\nIf we talkin' 'bout boxin', what, I’m havin' boxes\nThis shit exotic, just pull up and cop it\nI can tell she a stripper, the tats on her body\nI rap when I want to, but trappin' my hobby\nShe get in the hotel and catch plays in the lobby\n6ix9ine, he a rat, we don’t fuck with Tekashis\nWhite girl’ll go gnarly, just give her a Molly\nThe way I’ve been pippin', think my name Scottie\nThink I’m a lick, he get looked like Charlie\nSlide on a opp, roll him up like Marley\nFloyd, I’m ballin', I feel like a Marvin\nGo Smith like Will, he lame like Carlton\nHis house on fire, I guess I’m an artist\nDrop back, throw bullets like Carson\nAyy, Runtz got me high, I done been to a martian\nPlay with my bands, them young niggas marchin'\nAyy, play with my bands, young niggas gon' shoot some\nGuys in the truck, we pull up and move some\nYeah, it ain’t no slidin', why you talkin' bout slidin'?\nI came in, bitch, that’s just how I’m dying\nWe gotta seek for the opps 'cause they hidin'\nJumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron\nBitches you ridin', better make up your mind\nRetaliation don’t come with no time\nWe made a toast just to pour up some lime\nHe made a post, we gon' blow out his mind\nGon' blow out his shit

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