YoungLoner, Quay8 - Breathe Lyrics

Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe
Foot on all these nigga neck
I won't let em' breathe
M okay up in these streets
A boss, these niggas work for me
One call, you get yo verses free
I'm too solid, they won't come for me
I don't stress about no money, I'm knowing it's gon' come to me
Breathe, don't be tryna act fake to me
It's a whole lotta' hate in the street I ain't playing been peeping out hella deceite
I need about one hundred million to take to the bank and I'm keeping receipts
And a bad lil' bitch with a fatty she get on her tryna swallow my meat
Shit I ain't complaining, throat game dangerous
She the type to make you wife a hoe
Like why you tripping? "Why you always in my phone"
Money calling so I'm leaving you alone
Me and you gon' ball together til' we in the grave
I can see it in they face
Them boys some liars, don't trust em'
Times got hard, hadda go say free my cousin
Make that money double
Don't call me bout' no trouble
Niggas calling me for cash now
I don't love a hoe that bitch got passed around
Hold on, ice cold no frozone
Harness fire from the o-zone
Send you away and say "so long"
Bitch we in tune, we ain't looney but shit can get dark if you want
I just want want Benjamin bands
Don't get in my way, outer space got the force on my hands
Cross me it's over, ain't no second chance
Aiii
Foot on all these nigga neck
I won't let em' breathe
M okay up in these streets
A boss, these niggas work for me
One call, you get yo verses free
I'm too solid, they won't come for me
I don't stress about no money, I'm knowing it's gon' come to me
Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe

Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe
Foot on all these nigga neck
I won't let em' breathe
M okay up in these streets
A boss, these niggas work for me
One call, you get yo verses free
I'm too solid, they won't come for me
I don't stress about no money, I'm knowing it's gon' come to me
Breathe, don't be tryna act fake to me
It's a whole lotta' hate in the street I ain't playing been peeping out hella deceite
I need about one hundred million to take to the bank and I'm keeping receipts
And a bad lil' bitch with a fatty she get on her tryna swallow my meat
Shit I ain't complaining, throat game dangerous
She the type to make you wife a hoe
Like why you tripping? "Why you always in my phone"
Money calling so I'm leaving you alone
Me and you gon' ball together til' we in the grave
I can see it in they face
Them boys some liars, don't trust em'
Times got hard, hadda go say free my cousin
Make that money double
Don't call me bout' no trouble
Niggas calling me for cash now
I don't love a hoe that bitch got passed around
Hold on, ice cold no frozone
Harness fire from the o-zone
Send you away and say "so long"
Bitch we in tune, we ain't looney but shit can get dark if you want
I just want want Benjamin bands
Don't get in my way, outer space got the force on my hands
Cross me it's over, ain't no second chance
Aiii
Foot on all these nigga neck
I won't let em' breathe
M okay up in these streets
A boss, these niggas work for me
One call, you get yo verses free
I'm too solid, they won't come for me
I don't stress about no money, I'm knowing it's gon' come to me
Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe