Breathe

Backline, let's get a ride (yeah, we can trick on this bitch, we're)
If you ain't buzzed, I don't turn this shit the fuck down (ooh)
-Welcome to Getabag Records (I know, bitch)
Y'all lil' niggas calm down (damn, Wes), be good

(Let's get a bag) Bag, keep me on the low before you notice me (Keep me low)
Make sure that you text me when you go to sleep (Get on me)
Grab the fin in the crib when I go to pee
If I hit magic tonight, hoe, I might throw for weeks (I might throw this shit back)
Your first time coppin' from me, come get D .R .I. (Come get D .R .I.)
I whip a baby up so good you hear a kid cry
You a lil nigga cryin' 'bout the big price
Pigs in my hood tryna stake like a real body (I've seen you in politcs)

I can tell you everything but where the roof is (where the roof is)
-I bust this bitch down like Snoop did (R.I.P sorta)
Came up on 50 Cent like Who Kidd? (carry Jack)
Don't you pop up with no baby girl Who Kidd? (that ain't me)
You ain't never took a call for a hundred packs
Honestly I got more cheese than N.F.L running backs
Astronaut baby love Basquiat paint and sign
Guaranteed deals like a basketball player

Calm down babe breathe (calm down)
Hell yeah I'm fucking you to sleep
Hell yeah I'm giving you some cheese
Calm down babe breathe
Yeah when you get up you gotta leave
Hell yeah you see a hundred-piece

Calm down babe breathe
Sold up everything green
I got what these niggas never seen
Calm down babe breathe (I got air all my by life)
Calm down babe breathe (bad life)

I'm running game on this chick, I'm in that roof, Chris (I'm in that roof, Chris)
Like, what's the chances of you driving in St. Louis? (I'm ready to roll)
-It's a recession, I know you probably shouldn't do it
You can bust your hair down, watch and look cute (They ain't gon' be able to fuck with you)
I blew so much smoke, my opp's mans caught a contact
Say they gon' kill me, I'll say that's big cap
I'm so far away it ain't no point in gettin' a drop yet
Busy my nigga, you can't bother one of your drop mans
I really hustle, you a nigga used to Forex (used the fucking Forex)

Once you finished I'll front one of my bowheads
In Milwaukee on the block, Brooke Lopez (shout out to my dope Brooke)
Every Thursday eating dinner with my dope heads
I don't like patties, guess I'm buying 6AP's (6AP's)
Down the way I'm Patton Moon, sold a million jeans (million jeans)
Papa with that cheese, I don't do apologies
If you fucked up, boy the problem not with me

Calm down babe breathe
Hell yeah I'm fucking you to sleep
Hell yeah I'm giving you some cheese
Calm down babe breathe
Yeah when you get up you gotta leave
Hell yeah you see a hundred-piece

Calm down babe breathe
Sold up everything green
I got what these niggas never seen
Calm down babe breathe (I got air all my by life)
Calm down babe breathe, hey, hey, hey