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how i came - quin nfn lyrics

[intro: quin nfn]
pew, pew, pew, yeah, ayy (pew, pew, pew)
yeah, i don’t know what we gon’ call the album, but (cio)
f*ck it, i might make this the intro song, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah

[verse 1: quin nfn]
seat a recliner, lil’ quincho been stackin’ designer
but he ain’t found nothin’ to go with it
found me a way out the streets, but i still gotta play on the p’s
i just let my lil’ bro hit it
we leave n*ggas deceased, i ain’t signed to g herbo
but when we start beefin’, it’s no limit
got off my ass, had to go get it
he say he ridin’ ’bout his clique’nem, but my n*ggas no diffеrent
too hood to go r&b, but i still put the truth in it
new housе came with three rooms in it
she said i went out in two minutes last time
so i popped a perc’ just to groove in it
brand new coupe, backseat with no room in it
she like a hoop with the troops, i’m a lieutenant
he tryna hide, stay inside, we gon’ shoot in it
had to lay low and just grind for a few minutes
new m5, not a srt
i don’t change up, n*gga, lrg
green dot with a stock on the arp
draw down with this lead like it’s a*r*t
my son got more paper than y’all, what you didn’t know?
got the rap check and investin’ in crypto
we got some big sh*t that go through a hippo
won’t do no flies and i’m poppin’ like crisco
[chorus: quin nfn]
yeah, it ain’t no slidin’, why you talkin’ bout slidin’?
i came in, b*tch, that’s just how i’m dying
we gotta seek for the opps ’cause they hidin’
jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron
b*tches you ridin’, better make up your mind
retaliation don’t come with no time
we made a toast just to pour up some lime
he made a post, we gon’ blow out his mind
it ain’t no slidin’, why you talkin’ bout slidin’?
i came in, b*tch, that’s just how i’m dying
we gotta seek for the opps ’cause they hidin’
jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron
b*tches you ridin’, better make up your mind
retaliation don’t come with no time
we made a toast just to pour up some lime
he made a post, we gon’ blow out his mind

[verse 2: big yavo]
he make a post, make him go to the drop
sam catch up with him, we gon’ hit at his top
she said she wanted me ghost like the ho name was taiki
b*tch wanna f*ck on my brother, you know i ain’t stop ’em
can’t be my baby, i don’t do no adoptin’
don’t f*ck with n*ggas like i run with n*z*s
with a b*tch makin’ tres, but i’m pourin’ up wocky
put this sh*t on, put money in all of my pockets
ayy, i see you watchin’, i hope you ain’t plottin’
got a glock .23, but i shoot it like stockton
droppin’ off bags and put dope in your stocking
got a cougar who drop off the perkys and roxys
if you tryna make money, just sit back and watch it
all my phone do is ring, you would think i was boxin’
if we talkin’ ’bout boxin’, what, i’m havin’ boxes
this sh*t exotic, just pull up and cop it
i can tell she a stripper, the tats on her body
i rap when i want to, but trappin’ my hobby
she get in the hotel and catch plays in the lobby
6ix9ine, he a rat, we don’t f*ck with tekashis
white girl’ll go gnarly, just give her a molly
the way i’ve been pippin’, think my name scottie
think i’m a l!ck, he get looked like charlie
slide on a opp, roll him up like marley
floyd, i’m ballin’, i feel like a marvin
go smith like will, he lame like carlton
his house on fire, i guess i’m an artist
drop back, throw bullets like carson
ayy, runtz got me high, i done been to a martian
play with my bands, them young n*ggas marchin’
ayy, play with my bands, young n*ggas gon’ shoot some
guys in the truck, we pull up and move some
[chorus: quin nfn]
yeah, it ain’t no slidin’, why you talkin’ bout slidin’?
i came in, b*tch, that’s just how i’m dying
we gotta seek for the opps ’cause they hidin’
jumped in the crowd with my chain and my iron
b*tches you ridin’, better make up your mind
retaliation don’t come with no time
we made a toast just to pour up some lime
he made a post, we gon’ blow out his mind

[outro: quin nfn]
gon’ blow out his sh*t

- quin nfn lyrics

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