ASTHMA lyrics

[Intro]
Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

[Verse 1: JWitDaBeam]
Ayy, these broke-ass n*ggas better stay in they line
Your n*gga ain't a blow he ain't been through the fame
If I see an opp n*gga I'ma shoot a whole thing
He crumple the money, that sh*t chump change
Can't catch me lacking, I stay with the Drac'
I f*cked his b*tch, only reason he hate
I hit for thirty, that's just one—

[Interlude: Tony Shhnow]
Trap-A-Holics, what's happening?
The Brick Squad youngin Slim Duncan, snap that motherf*cker back, squad
Don't eat like these n*ggas, don't smell like these n*ggas
We don't f*ck the same b*tches
We don't get the same type of money, y'all n*ggas broke as f*ck
SOS the mob, pus*y n*gga
Trap-A-Holics, turn up
Gang, b*tch

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
You know that we came from nothing
Stayed down and took all my n*ggas got rich
I'm in a new foreign, it's fast as a b*tch
I know that he mad 'cause his ho on my di*k
I just left the bank
I'm treating this new AMG Benz like it's a tank
Playing with the gang
Just got a new bulldog, and this b*tch busting off the chain
Drip like Kane (Trap-A-Holics, real trap sh*t)
I just left your ho house, I don't want nothing but her brain
Please stay in your lane
Don't f*ck around with Sink
My n*gga, I stay like 182-Blink
I feel like Cam when I put on that mink
I'm feeling like Jay when he punched the first beat
If you don't got money, then I don't wanna link
I hate these n*ggas, they talk too much, they loving that gossip
Sink Or Swim, n*gga, this sh*t ain't no option
[Verse 1: JWitDaBeam]
Ayy, these broke-ass n*ggas better stay in they line
Your n*gga ain't a blow he ain't been through the fame
If I see an opp n*gga I'ma shoot a whole thing
He crumple the money, that sh*t chump change
Can't catch me lacking, I stay with the Drac'
I f*cked his b*tch, only reason he hate
I hit for thirty, that's just one date
I got this money and I still make plays
I set a n*gga up and he took that bait
Just like a tummy tuck how I took his weight
I want a n*gga try when I'm on that stage
I throw out my shoes, can't catch no case
Green beam on the Glock, he got shot in the face

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
You know that we came from nothing
Stayed down and took all my n*ggas got rich
I'm in a new foreign, it's fast as a b*tch
I know that he mad 'cause his ho on my di*k
I just left the bank
I'm treating this new AMG Benz like it's a tank
Playing with the gang
Just got a new bulldog, and this b*tch busting off the chain
Drip like Kane
I just left your ho house, I don't want nothing but her brain
Please stay in your lane
Don't f*ck around with Sink
My n*gga, I stay like 182-Blink
I feel like Cam when I put on that mink
I'm feeling like Jay when he punched the first beat
If you don't got money, then I don't wanna link
I hate these n*ggas, they talk too much, they loving that gossip
Sink Or Swim, n*gga, this sh*t ain't no option
[Verse 3: 645AR]
It ain't no option, Sink Or Swim
Fourteen, my pockets had lint
Fifteen, used to pay that rent
Sixteen, n*gga jumping like gym
And I got my stack up
This pressure make him crumble
Pop my sh*t, still humble
Fell in love with the hot sauce
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Eat your beat like a [?]
He don't want no trouble
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I smoke him with asthma
Shoot him like a camera