Asthma ft. Lagitt Lyrics

You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter

That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom

The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters

Bitch, I ain't runnin' from your love, ho, I got asthma

Penitentiary livin', bro, they gon' be home soon

Had to tell a bro to chill, he despising all the shrooms

Linked up, then I hit it raw, I left the condom in her room

I put my phone on DND, baby, I'm not up in no mood

It's all fairytales, girl, live in reality

I hit it twice in me in public, now she naggin' me

I'm always there for you, babe, you go through agony

I'm pullin' through, she take advantage of just havin' me

I know we young, but we tryna ball off forever

You let him get up in your lap, but then I won't see us together

I might be hard, but you know my heart, it's softer than a feather

It's Valentine when you make it home, baby, I'm just tryna bless ya

Sorry that I made you cry

We ain't next together, baby, we ain't tryna die

Yeah, I'm so traumatized

Sorry that I made you cry

Don't see I'm goin' through it, you could look up in my eyes

If it wasn't good, boss

Wanna know what you think if I get up on your mind

I can't let you go, lil' baby, yeah, you too fine

I'm tryna make you happy, don't wanna see you frown

Yeah, I'm your king and you my queen, we need crowns

You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter

That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom

The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters

Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma

Ain't like I been runnin' for too long, I gotta let it go

But if you changed for the better, I gotta keep you close

We sippin', we at the party, bitch, let's have a toast

Won't say a word, he just gon' clap you, bro, they still on go

She won't take control, so I let shawty come and ride the boat

Pop, I had her all in my, my mind, I'm tryna kill her throat

My lil' bitch, she still on go, she don't operate with any kind of ho

I ain't even pull out when you told me not to do it, though

Yeah, I'm keepin' you stuck, these bitches and niggas ain't fuckin' with us, uh

And we gon' run this shit up, run up a mil', maybe two plus

Like, baby, just keep my trust, like, baby, don't lie, just keep it a buck

Like, the shit I do for you, would you do for me? Or don't give a fuck

You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter

That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom

The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters

Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma

You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter

That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom

The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters

Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma