Asthma 2 lyrics

[Chorus]
(Mingo, haha)
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in (Ha, ha)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Say he get money but that boy's a capper (Oh, oh, ha, oh)
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's (Ha, oh, oh)
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus (Ha, ha, oh)
You want a verse? I need your taxes (Ha, oh)
(Oh, oh, ha, oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Yeah (Oh)
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's
Pour the pint dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh
What you on?
Uh, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Just got the pack through the mail
You need the Percs? The Actavis? What else?
(I don't know why he runnin', I'm the fastest)
(But he still going fast and I can't catch 'em)
Paint that n*gga red like some Ketchup
Pockets looking, uh, the fattest
Ooh, bad b*tch, she the baddest
Eatin' noodles in Calabassas
Yeah, I get the Percs in a package
Number (N)ine with some muh'f*ckin' Khakis
I'm with his b*tch, she say, "Achoo"
MAC with the scope, I peek at you
FN, it go, "Doo-doo-doo"
We playin' the money game, he gon' lose
I got the blick right here
Countin' up off pockets still
I got the Glock so I can't fear
I need them muh'f*ckin' Vitamins
Yo' b*tch so average
Posted with a model b*tch
Yeah, she in college
[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in

[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in
(I bring the Glock in)

[Verse 2]
He ain't tryna shoot sh*t, he keep talkin'
Money dance when I walk in the show and I cost sh*t
Aye, be safe, all the snakes around you just be cautious
Already makin' excuses, you makin' up nonsense
New jeans and they ain't got no pockets
She wanna f*ck because I'm her stylist
That boy my son, actin' childish
Pop a Perc, now I ain't got no knowledge, yeah
I make a lot of deposits
He so broke, that n*gga wildin'
I do not box, my name Weiland
f*ck school, n*gga, I'm shinin'
That boy so sick, n*gga get Pollen
Stay high, n*gga, stay the highest
And my weed so-, n*gga, the highest
Balmain jeans, lil' n*gga, the flyest
I keep the muh'f*ckin' fye, man
Walk in the club then I do the rain dance
Yeah, young n*gga ain't tryna face it
Eatin' good, lil' n*gga, eat Bacon-
[Chorus]
(Mingo, haha)
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherf*cking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in (Ha, ha)

[Outro]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, ha, oh)
(Ha, oh)