Breather lyrics

[Intro]
(17OnDaTrack)
(Figurez Made It)

[Chorus]
I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'
I grow that indica and that sativa
Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper
She need her a breather
They love me, my prices be cheaper
My hundreds blue like a Skeeter
These n*ggas annoying just like some mosquitoes
She told me go deeper
A street n*gga gave me ten P's for a feature
He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"
It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil
I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval
Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal
I keep it 1K with my people
Don't let these broke n*ggas mislead you
Don't let these fake n*ggas deceive you
She came on my sheets, we f*ck to the beat
She got that water just like she a beach
These n*ggas groupies just like they a freak
My money be neat
Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats
I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep
We just f*ck to the beat, we might f*ck on the sheets
She came on my sheets, n*ggas lie through they teeth
Fifty rounds on me for n*ggas who deep
I do this sh*t in my sleep
[Verse]
Yeah
These n*ggas be crossin', I'm just gon' off 'em
I'm in the growhouse just waterin' often
I hit lil' mama, she said it was awesome
I brought the drum like I'm playing percussion
I got me a rental from Budget
These bales that I got, they won't fit inside, so I'ma stuff 'em
He turned his back on me, plug droppin' packs on me
Knee-deep in loud, I just left out a factory
I'm high as hell, I ain't feelin' no gravity
Just like a turkey, she gobble and swallow me
Ride with the pack, so I found me a trailer to follow me
n*ggas gon' die if they think about robbin' me
Clientele callin' me, why they keep callin' me?
I got the cheapest, I spent 2K on some sneakers in Nieman's
She got that ocean, that water
She bad and she gorgeous
I drive me some bales back to Georgia
Them P's get imported, I can't be extorted
Run up, lil' n*gga, the news gon' report it
I'm trying to be cordial, these n*ggas be extra
I just caught a play in a motherf*ckin' Tesla
Stick on the dresser, I'm traffickin' presidents
These n*ggas be tellin', I weigh it and scale it and mail it
[Chorus]
I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'
I grow that indica and that sativa
Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper
She need her a breather
They love me, my prices be cheaper
My hundreds blue like a Skeeter
These n*ggas annoying just like some mosquitoes
She told me go deeper
A street n*gga gave me ten P's for a feature
He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"
It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil
I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval
Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal
I keep it 1K with my people
Don't let these broke n*ggas mislead you
Don't let these fake n*ggas deceive you
She came on my sheets, we f*ck to the beat
She got that water just like she a beast
These n*ggas groupies just like they a freak
My money be neat
Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats
I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep
We just f*ck to the beat, we might f*ck on the sheets
She came on my sheets, n*ggas lie through they teeth
Fifty rounds on me for n*ggas who deep
I do this sh*t in my sleep