Breathin Fast lyrics

[Intro]
(Chino Beats)
On my momma, I ain't scared of no n*gga
Finna head straight to the trunk 'cause I ain't sparing no n*gga
b*tch it's fair game, I'on care 'bout no n*gga
You gon' find yourself in pain tryna f*ck wit' Crow n*ggas

[Verse 1]
No hittas, no glizzys
No guns, no killas
This sh*t ain't no match for us, we just finna smoke n*ggas
f*ck shooting at backboards, really tryna dome n*ggas
What you bring your strap for, if you ain't finna blow n*ggas
I don't understand it, this sh*t outlandish
The body count been rising in our city, it's outstanding
That's no coincidence, it's just some sh*tty circ*mstances
He pulled up on the turf, but on the curb is where he landed
A shirt is what you printed, murder curse he finna vanish
f*ck what you been spending, boy, that purse a disadvantage
That sh*t motivation for a n*gga who ain't got it
And they ain't got sh*t to lose anyway, so they just rob it
You walk around with that, like yo' ass can't come outta pocket
Like you can't get shot for the right f*cking profit
Like you ain't got no weakness, like you can't come out yo' body
He say he hit a lick, probably sh*t was probably sloppy
[Verse 2]
It ain't nothing to go kidnap a n*gga
Run up in yo' sh*t and clap you while yo' kid napping n*gga
It ain't no Oscar waiting for you, keep on acting, n*gga
Tell my shooters get they weight and just gon' keep on clapping, n*gga
If you ain't got no hustle how you call that trapping, n*gga
If you ain't got no strap then how the f*ck you packin' n*gga
If you ain't really out here how you call that active, n*gga
And if you ain't making money, why you keep on rapping, n*gga
I catch a opp lackin', finna acrobat that n*gga
Tell the cops we still crackin' they can check my tats, n*gga
All facts, metro know us, they've been tryna trap n*ggas
Caught the homie with the crack, f*ck them undercover b*tches

[Verse 3]
Tryna tap a n*gga 'Yac, but I stay away from snitches
All homies I can't f*ck wit', now I gotta keep my distance
n*ggas say I'm switching when I get to actin' different
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of that, just let me know who trippin'
Cut sh*t like a lumber jack
Twin XD's, I'on wanna rap
FN57 hollow points, you gon' get some of that
You can't run from that, hit his block up and run it back
Get the thunder clap
Get yo' watch, now you want it back
You can come and get it 'cause my b*tch can't even fit it, we make fun of that
Turn a dime sack into a hunnid pack
I ain't sell no crack, marijuana where my market at
Need the HP, I can get that for like half a rack
(Chino Beats)
n*gga stop f*cking with me, before I turn you to a pack
Burn you to the ash, now you grass, and we do the dash
Finna bust yo' ass, I'ma pull up with the spooky mask
Funny sh*t, up the hunnid clip, and lift yo' goofy ass
[Outro]
Pull up from the hit and ain't even use a mask
All these n*ggas talking sh*t, but they usin' apps
All these n*ggas say they shootin', they ain't even strapped
Bring that MAC out and whip it, now you breathin fast