BREATHE IN ft. Ben Siroka Lyrics

Please don't hit my phone, it get too late I duck the call

Floating through the night, could make it rain, I feel like God

You reaching like its Halo if you think I ever fall

I be dropping classics all you do is drop the ball

Yeah, get no rest I'm still insomniac

Heard they looking for me, with them bottles where I'm prolly at

Bass might hit your chest you feel that shit inside your cardiac

Moving how I move, I get it done, they tell me "copy that"

Keep invading privacy I sent her ass where Cardi at

Fuck it, copping Cartiers, they ticking bout my zodiac

Shit is hardly here or there my whereabouts ain't on a map

40 days and 40 nights, I'm flowing like I'm on a raft

Niggas thinking that they presi' till them shots be linking up

Posted in that grassy knoll, control, alt, delete em up

Ain't no one on ones, this House of Pain you getting jumped

Members Only at my shows, bitch I love when it when they run

Please don't hit my phone, it get too late I duck the call

Floating through the fucking night, could make it rain, I feel like God

40 days and 40 nights, she leave the crib I need a mop

I can't see the shit you cooking, bitch I'm stepping like I'm Toph

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Don't tell me to relax I'm not your bitch nigga

Them twitter fingers ain't gon' help you when I twitch nigga

Chris Kyle with the miles hear a click nigga

I know its fax she fucking with me for the print nigga

Woah, woah, got me piped up

You catching cases while your hoe is getting piped up

You not in any conversation like you Fight Club

Still getting top from any shawty that you might love (Damn)

She gon throw it to the bass line

I'm still not fucking with you niggas like a hate crime

Had to bring it back and take it over state lines

Tough chance all you ever do is waste time

Never stopping like I'm taking out the brakes

You think of robbing but I come in with the drake

Make haste if you think you catching up

Bitch I'm walking like I'm Negan, face-shot batter up

Tell em breathe in, breathe out

Matter fact my nigga step in, leave out

You ain't really bout the shit that you be bout

You asthmatic better breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in breathe out

She gon' take the dick

Until she throw her fucking spleen out

Bitch with the silencer

We ain't let the screams out

Only gangster for your twitter feed

Put the fuckin' screen down

40 days and 40 nights

Like Lent just ended

Bitch I'm bout to eat now

Bitch say grace

Floating like the wind do

But this ain't Mace

Bars for the whole crew, RICO case

I don't need a stick

My hands keep the faith

Boxing a bitch ass

I don't need to keep a stick around

Batman need a Robin

Yeah, but you just want a Dick around

She say that she miss me

I don't care

Pull them titties out

I asked if you were free

I didn't ask what you been thinking bout

What?

What?

Yeah cause babe I know it's me

Ex mans mad

Cause we fucking on repeat

Keep the pussy on lock

She treat the dick like it's a key

Gave up fucking for Lent

On day 41 it's back to me

Tell em breathe in, breathe out

Matter fact my nigga step in, leave out

You ain't really bout the shit that you be bout

You asthmatic better breathe in, breathe out

Tell em breathe in, breathe out

Matter fact my nigga step in, leave out

You ain't really bout the shit that you be bout

You asthmatic better breathe in, breathe out

Please don't hit my phone, it get too late I duck the call

Floating through the night, could make it rain, I feel like God

You reaching like its Halo if you think I ever fall

40 days and 40 nights, she leave the crib I need a mop