Breathing lyrics

[Intro: OnFully]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
(Boomin need extras)
Turn these n*ggas up, I ain't heard of these head boppin' in this b*tch
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Shee

[Verse 1: OnFully]
I think my lungs closin' in, been smokin' too much
I thought you was gon' get up off your ass, what's holdin' you up?
I said it once, b*tch, don't ask if I'm totin' or what
My n*gga be done slide with three K's, they lookin' like Klux
Free the guys, they went to court wearin' button-ups
You only wear a button-up in a hearse, you ain't got nothin' up
Boom got scouts comin' numbers that he puttin' up
If you really knew somethin', you'd put your people up

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
This sh*t crazy how we leavin' n*ggas layin' out in traffic
Put an opp in the 'Wood, this sh*t hittin', I can't pass it
When that pape' get involved, make a pus*y n*gga vanish
n*ggas mad I'm still breathin', sh*t, I know they can't stand it
I've been blowin' through this pape' too fast, I need to manage it
Pourin' еight after eight, sh*t, I need to quit
We'll lеave a n*gga stiff like a mannequin
Shootin' Drac' after Drac' 'til we empty clips
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Really respected everywhere like I'm J Prince
If it don't make a dollar, it don't make sense
Flip the fully K with shell catcher, ain't no evidence
The brick came with a stamp on it like I'm mailin' sh*t
Thick b*tch can take di*k, b*tch, stop runnin'
This ice on my wrist real water, need to call a plumber
They like, "Lonnie ain't got a hit, but got a couple hundred"
"Lonnie, how you pimped that old b*tch like a motherf*cker? (Ayy)

[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My n*gga, I can f*ck a b*tch all night, she ain't gon' stop c*mmin'
Bullets get to jumpin' in they whip like they huggin' each other
You can be hard as rocks, the K go through him like butter
You ever seen a n*gga make the chopper rain? It change the weather, n*gga
This ain't no fairy tale
My n*ggas still be in the streets, we doin' very well
And we travel with the dope, we don't ship that in the mail
Man, drop a shell on a n*gga like I work for Taco Bell (Ayy)
Gun on me, it's in the mall and I'll use this b*tch is Saks
In the stores, what you think I'm tryna do in traffic?
Up the score, and if you think you finna kill my n*gga Boom, you smokin' dope
Mama asked me what we be doin' with these guns, I don't know, n*gga
Man, I be lyin' to myself sometimes, girl
The stick jump in my whip and just ride, don't got nowhere to go
And all these b*tches in my phone ain't mine
I tell 'em how it is, they still love me 'cause I ain't lyin', n*gga
[Verse 5: OnFully]
Really, you ain't gettin' in if you ain't the family
Ho asked why the roof flippin', b*tch, it's panoramic
Wonder when your dad thank, that's what I was plannin'
Two P's sell pies but not the one that's in the pantry
Catch you wide open, throw a bullet like you Landry
f*ck your b*tch and play it off, I don't be likin' cameras (b*tch)
Free 9K, hit your block, do some damage
Clip full of bald heads, and I ain't talkin' cannon (I ain't talkin' no—)