How I Came 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 Nazis
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 lick, he good luck 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