Stop Breathing ft. Swifty McVay Lyrics

Stashing black mask passing cops

Black metal on my lap, without a stash spot

We snatch qwap the gate keeper of our block

Non-stop the Grim Reaper the mask Scotts

Killin' the game, crackpots, headshots

And animosity leaves nothing but dead punks

Finding bodies in dump trucks, they high as fuck

I shoot em out of the sky faster than duck hunt

Motherfucker, I'm coming straight from the dirty dozen

While I'm hustling, I'm cuffing a Mac 11

And puffing nothing but cannabis, double cup with Roitussin

I'm an animal, rap cannibal, you're the supper

And I'll be busting your skullcap when I aim

I have em ducking like Hunchback of Notre Dame

Wanna be known, well nigga, this is the cost of fame

I make some pasta out of a nigga's brain

I see you rolling with your team-mates

You not knowing, so you cowards must be dream-mates

Where you going, trying to plot against me

Now watch me turn into a demon

If you not my enemy, you better holler when you see me

Believe me, my infrared is triple beaming

And for any reason, I make a nigga stop breathing

I make a nigga stop breathing

I make a nigga stop breathing

Remember me, I be the last nigga breathing

Just like a demon, man, you niggas, you can't see me

And in the seasons, I leave a pussy nigga bleeding

I be the reason for nightmares when you dreaming

You screaming, if I go to jail, they gon' free me

My team and, wanna be, they wanna be me

My semen, Gin juice, got em leaning from the youth

That little nigga tote'n that 22, infiltrating your team

Penetrating your bulletproof, everybody that seen me

Witnesses, they get it too, your whole crew

Just like hoes, they getting ran through

Getting slew by a few niggas that got nothing to lose

Missing screws, tote'n tools, breaking the rules

With an attitude, if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you

I bomb first, give you a ride

Black hearse, now homicide

You niggas die when my gun, buss

I see you rolling with your team-mates

You not knowing, so you cowards must be dream-mates

Where you going, trying to plot against me

Now watch me turn into a demon

If you not my enemy, you better holler when you see me

Believe me, my infrared is triple beaming

And for any reason, I make a nigga stop breathing

I make a nigga stop breathing

I make a nigga stop breathing