Breathe Lyrics

And she be like "Wintr I hate You Now"

They want my head can't take me down

I know it's snakes all on the ground

And I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm bound

Niggas 'gon hate, the money count

If I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm posed to

If I got that 9 bitch it's it's in da holster

They see me glow now they wanna toast it

I can't slow down might lose focus

And I know that it's snakes in the grass lil baby

I hope you don't dwell on the past lil baby

Life starting to move a lil faster lately

If I tell you the truth then you finna hate me

So I'd rather lie and keep you in my clutch

It be a bad move to give you up

It be so dumb to just let you go

I'd rather lie just to keep you close

And I know you hate that I do the most

Can't take that pain so you pour a four

These niggas hoes like hell no

They want that bag so they gone fold

I got some snakes in the grass waiting

Niggas that I love, hating

Don't care about yo reputation

Oh he got packs ok we confiscating

He got a bag and then he lost it

Watch who you claim your dawgs is

His ass a actor we gon pause him

You know lil' wintr yeah he top ten

But I can't win unless my dawgs win

I can't win without my niggas

Bitch I'm gon lose without my niggas

How the fuck I'm 'gon be a winner?

Bitch I been hustling all winter

Don't love that bitch but now I'm in her

Circle full of winners and I'm in the center

Told that I love her I ain't really finna

Mind keep spinning like I'm in a blender

On his block nigga we gon slide and spin him

I don't even try, just get da bag and I get the bag so these niggas mad

And these niggas mad so I cannot lack

If I ever lack imma be a pack

If I'm in a pack then I go out sad

If you go out sad you can't never last

If you cannot last you gon break like glass

I be smoking gas got my brain lag

If he inna fishbowl then I catch em

He talk that shit nigga so I stretch him

Turn him inna ash so we finna catch him

Put him inna past so we finna bless him

Like we got sticks bitch we ain't wrecking

I run up the bag bitch now I'm flexing

This ARP teach his ass a lesson

Tell her give me the jaw baby I be stressing

I'm sorry I yelled at you lil' baby no I didn't mean it

You love to complain so much I'm thinking that I'm finna leave it

I'm reaching and begging for air I'm really thinking that I need it