Breathing

Yeah, all these drugs in my blood
got me geekin

No you can't smoke with us
Bitch you tweakin

Wrist full of diamonds it look like the ocean
You say you make money bitch why is you joking

Spinning your block like a blunt in rotation
Shooting my chopa with no hesitation

Molly in my system bitch I think I'm peaking
Hoe shut the fuck wheneva I'm speakin

Blade to his face damn he bleedin
Someone go check if he's breathin

Ducking these hoes for a muthafuckin reason

Got stank on me man you know I stay reekin
No pen to the paper this shit is too easy

The fit I got on got me feelin lil sleezy

Aiming the blick to the back of his Head
Like he's Kennedy

Don't give a damn if you mad at me
Driving myself to insanity

King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
The car is Versace, got stripes on my Mazi

I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, got gold on my body

Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite

Blue and white diamonds They look Like the Pistons

I stay Codeine sippin

Versace I'm gripping them bands in my Pocket
You know that I'm living

Pick it up take a hit
See what we fucking with

Caught on the street and you
Know that I'm pleading fifth

Runnin from twelve cuz we
Lit up his crib

Little bitch pipe down huh
Blue stripes coming right now



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Lopez
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