Breathe Lyrics

I'm in my bag

I'm in my zone

I'm tryna go get some more or sum

She on my dick

She on the team

You better come get your hoe or sum

This is real life no fabrication

I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred

Stop at the store to go get me a backie

I know I'm good ima keep the car running

See a check I'm a hundred miles and running

Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon

Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing

Aint no plug ever mufucking front me

If he say he did that nigga fronted

Buss the package now the house smell like onions

No stunt double I'm the one stunting

My power level way past a hundred

My bitch way exotic past the tropics

Treat her like designer ima see her and cop her

Like the grease that be cooking the bacon I'm poppin

They like turn up that song got the whole trunk knocking

It ain't no in between I'm the option

It ain't no middle man its a socket

Like a 4 5 6 it go straight to the top

How she slide down the pole make my whole heart drop

whoa, whoa, whoa ,breathe breathe

She keep calling my phone like she need me

Like mike jackson she know ima beat it

Tell em this is that water like Fiji

And you know you got to pay for that feature

Yea I know I been winning for a long time

But lil rockstar is not undefeated

All them loses they turned into lessons

And them hard times turned into blessings

They cant get the best of us no way

And a small fry is never gone stress me

You get wet like a salad we dress ya

Be direct if its really some pressure

Tell your people to keep all the lectures

Swat the bullshit away I deflect it

She a mirror of me a reflection

She know she fuck with a real deal stepper

But her on some ways to go get the cheddar

Girl spread your wings baby wanna see you do better

Got both of our EXs real deal jealous

We fuck out of space on a whole other level

I need bezels on watches and pendants on necklace

No standup but most of these niggas be hecklers

My life a movie and im the director here

Pick up the speed some more put it in seventh gear

We take a trip and we land out of space somewhere

I am the pilot you the co pilot

They cant keep up with this shit cause we stylish

I need your brain baby you so intelligent

Smelling like shea butter I feel you heaven sent

Saying rich breathe but they need to let me vent

Yea they need to let me vent

Duck low in the car with the 5 percent

Cant fall out with the guys we for life with this

Make it rain in the club you through lil mist

Let a nigga throw dirty and i bet he miss

Get to close to the snake and i bet it hiss

Get your finger bit get your crew hit

They like who this on the new shit

Oh thats him he ruthless

They like who this on the new shit

Oh thats him he ruthless

I'm in my bag

I'm in my zone

I'm tryna go get some more or sum

She on my dick

She on the team

You better come get your hoe or sum

This is real life no fabrication

I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred

Stop at the store to go get me a backie

I know I'm good ima keep the car running

See a check I'm a hundred miles and running

Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon

Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing

Ain't no plug ever mufucking front me

If he say he did that nigga fronted

Buss the package now the house smell like onions

No stunt double i'm the one stunting

My power level way past a hundred