Breathin Fast

On my momma I ain’t scared of no nigga
Finna head straight to the trunk cause I ain’t sparing no nigga
Bitch it’s fair game ion care bout no nigga
You gon find yourself in pain trynna fuck wit Crow niggas
No hittas, no glizzys, no guns, no killas
This shit ain’t no match for us we just finna smoke niggas
Fuck shooting at back boys really trynna dome niggas
What you bring your strap for if you ain’t finna blow niggas
Ion understand it, this shit outlandish
The body count been rising in our city its outstanding
That’s no coincidence it’s just some shitty circumstances
He pulled up on the turf but on the curb is where he landed
A shirt is what you printed, murder curse he finna vanish
Fuck what you been spending boy that purse a disadvantage
That shit motivation for a nigga who ain’t got it
And they ain’t got shit to lose anyway so they just rob it
You walk around with gat, like yo ass can’t come outta pocket
Like you can’t get shot for the right fucking profit
Like you ain’t got no weakness like you can’t come out yo body
He say he hit a lick probably shit was probably sloppy
It ain’t nothing to go kidnap a nigga
Run up in yo shit and clap you while yo kid napping nigga
It ain’t no Oscar waiting for you keep on acting nigga
Tell my shooters get they weight and just gon keep on clapping
If you ain’t got no hustle how you call that trapping nigga
If you ain’t got no strap then how the fuck you packin nigga
If you ain’t really out here how you call that active nigga
And if you ain’t making money why you keep on rapping nigga
I catch a opp lackin finna acrobat that nigga
Tell the cops we still crackin they can check my tats nigga
Fax metro know us they’ve been trynna trap niggas
Caught the homie with the crack fuck them undercover bitches
Trynna tap a nigga jack?
But I stay away from snitches
All homies i can’t fuck wit now i gotta keep my distance
Niggas say I’m switching when i get to actin different
Ion give a fuck bout none of that just lemme know who trippin
Cut shit like a lumber jack
Twin XDS ion wanna rap
FN57 hollow points you gon get some of that
You can’t run from that, hit his block up and run it back
Get the thunder clap get yo watch now you want it back
You can come and get it cause my bitch can’t even fit it we make fun of that
Turn a dime sack to a hunnid pack
I ain’t sell no crack, marijuana where my market at
Need the hp I can get that for like half a rack
Nigga stop fucking with me before I turn you to a pack
Burn you to the ash now you grassed and we do the dash
Finna bust yo ass imma pull up with the spooky mask
Funny shit up the hunnid clip and lift yo goofy ass
Pull up from the hit and ain’t even use a mask
All these niggas talking shit but they usin apps
All these niggas say they shootin they ain’t even strapped
Bring that Mac out and whip it now you breathin fast