Loubins - Breathe

Ya'll chase bitches my niggas chasin' deposits
And I still can't breath
Ya'll chase bitches my niggas chasin' deposits
Ya'll niggas bitches ya doin nothing but gossip
Finger fuckin' bitches they bustin' out like a faucet
Six feet deep for niggas' that try and cross me
I get money I take it’s understood now
Hacksaw dick she layin up on the wood now
Real bad man I take it, it’s understood now
Fuckin' bad bitches ain’t none of them really good now
Realest nigga out my nigga why even bother
Game full of baby’s ya'll forced me to be the father
Ya'll gone far but trust me I’m goin' farther
If ya'll drip to hard, my drip still harder
Off white tape boy my drip need caution
Off the hip got a clip
With a grip If ya'll slip
Hit a bitch
Got a pussy nigga all bloody
They been waitin' for a nigga with a flow and a style like this
Seen ya'll itty bitty chain man your boy just cop like six
All my chains gotta choke now your boy can’t breath
I still can’t breath
Over this shit cuz ya'll niggas don’t understand me
Fuck a nomination we still pullin up to grammies
I was rollin grams before niggas was tryna gram it
Big boy flex ain't makin' it to the gram bitch
Fuck these nigga
And fuck these bitches
I pop at niggas
And bust on bitches
I trust my niggas
Cant trust these bitches
They grimy niggas
And slimy bitches
She get a mouth full of slime at the crib bitch yea yea
They been waitin' for a nigga with a flow and a style like this
Seen ya itty bitty chain man your boy just cop like six
All my chains gotta choke now your boy can’t breath
I still can’t breath
I hop inside the whip
In the whip
And I start it
Might just set alarms
Set alarms
When I start it
Fuck what he had
Because my nigga
I still got it
Come inside the jungle
And my niggas
Gone be wildin'
Just seen your bitch sexy
I’m gonna fuck if she let me
I’m bout to fuck bitch I’m slidin
I pull out my phone while she ride me
Here wit all of my niggas
I’m counting up digets
I’m rollin up swishers
And fuckin these bitches
I got these rocks on my fingers
They pointers my nigga
To point at you niggas
Really putin' money on your head when I point at you niggas

Written by:
Loubins Jean-Baptiste

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