LEMME BREATHE (feat. 7theGod)
No cap I just came for the check
Two k new chain for the neck
Shoot straight knoccafella in this bitch
My dawg in the spot with that glock up on his hip
Gotta problem with the kid ayo he rocking with the shit
What I got up on my wrist got all these boppers on my dick
Hold up lemme breathe
I know people that's gone hate on this
I was up late for this
I had to pray for this
What are you made for?
This is the thanks I get?
What are you sad for?
Do you need a handkerchief?
Shorty look mad bored
I do the dashboard
Ima keep sinking my shot
They tell me to pass more
Please leave me alone
I cannot please all of y'all
Dolo I don't wanna talk
Don't push you gone set me off
Yeah bitch I'm from KC
If I go for the banger blame the PTSD baby
Shit ain't sweet
When I hit the streets
Lemme twist my weed
That's the shit I need
No cap I just came for the check
Two k new chain for the neck
Shoot straight knoccafella in this bitch
My dawg in the spot with that glock up on his hip
Gotta problem with the kid ayo he rocking with the shit
What I got up on my wrist got all these boppers on my dick
Hold up lemme breathe
Two k new chain for the neck
Shoot straight knoccafella in this bitch
My dawg in the spot with that glock up on his hip
Gotta problem with the kid ayo he rocking with the shit
What I got up on my wrist got all these boppers on my dick
Hold up lemme breathe
I know people that's gone hate on this
I was up late for this
I had to pray for this
What are you made for?
This is the thanks I get?
What are you sad for?
Do you need a handkerchief?
Shorty look mad bored
I do the dashboard
Ima keep sinking my shot
They tell me to pass more
Please leave me alone
I cannot please all of y'all
Dolo I don't wanna talk
Don't push you gone set me off
Yeah bitch I'm from KC
If I go for the banger blame the PTSD baby
Shit ain't sweet
When I hit the streets
Lemme twist my weed
That's the shit I need
No cap I just came for the check
Two k new chain for the neck
Shoot straight knoccafella in this bitch
My dawg in the spot with that glock up on his hip
Gotta problem with the kid ayo he rocking with the shit
What I got up on my wrist got all these boppers on my dick
Hold up lemme breathe
Credits
Writer(s): Charles W Gardner
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