Let It Breathe lyrics

[Intro]
G6, yeah

[Verse]
Got this sh*t jumpin' like a crackhouse, Rovers and them 'Lacs out
Ballin' like Stackhouse, talk sh*t, get packed out
I was on a money chase, yeah, I took that fast route
All these rappers garbage to me, time to take the trash out
Rappers claimin' they rich before they take their tax out
Black card swipin' sh*t, and could never max out
50 for the walk-through, you know that it's packed out
If I do a show in your city, that's a packed house
Tryna mack on Jordyn Woods, slid into her DM twice
Tryna see what that be like, told her I could change her life
Call my n*gga Tip, like, "Is it cool to wear this Gucci now?"
'Cause this Gucci shirt been in my closet hanging for a while
Hit Miami just to get a tan, then I bounce back
Designer on my feet, and a name, you can't pronounce that
Call my weed man like "I need weed and you can ounce that
And dawg, after I smoke it down, you know I'm coming right back"
32 years old, my n*gga, but I'll still look 16
Chunkin' up the 5, n*gga, you know what that sh*t mean
Bullet never on me, it's on the homie, hands stay clean
Side b*tch trippin' on me, always wanna make a scene
So I take that b*tch shoppin', shut up all that hollerin'
Fashion Nova plus some good di*k solve all her problems when
She be gettin' on my nerves, dawg, hit her with the curve, dawg
Love the way she throw that pus*y at me like a curveball
Crap table, yeah, I had to double up (Double up)
All my b*tches bad and they down to f*ck (Down to f*ck)
Every time I drop you know that's platinum plus (Platinum plus)
Bosses at the table, you can't sit with us
I thought I told you, boy, you know that it's over, boy
Had the biggest comeback, feeling like I'm Soulja Boy (Who, Draco?)
Took a couple months off, n*gga, I was gettin' bored
Two-hundred-thou' a show just for me to go on tour
Talk sh*t but back it up, money come, we bag it up
Five million, six million, eight million, boy, I'm up
Jail cell this year, I've been through a lot of sh*t
n*gga tried to sabotage the name but y'all ain't stoppin' sh*t
Pimpin' told me some ho on the music, dawg, just drop the sh*t
Told him I was nervous, I was thinkin' twice 'bout droppin' it
Got a couple label meetings, album, yeah, shoppin' it
Y'all been begging for this sh*t, I hope you muh'f*ckas coppin' it
I'm in Queens, n*gga, shoppin' at the Coliseum
Walkin' outta GB's in some kicks you never seen
(Queens) Street corner store, you know where I'm close to that
Bad b*tch, fat ass, walkin' past a laundromat
Short shorts, all that, said her name was Britney
She be hangin' out in Baisley, she probably f*cked 50
Hold up, let that b*tch breathe...a'ight, let's get to it
Say you gettin' money but your team starvin'
Custom chain and watch, it came from Ben Baller
Ex-fiancée on my line, this b*tch still callin'
sh*t, I wonder if her n*gga know she still stalkin'
Brrr, brrr, brrr, nah, I ain't pickin' up
Send her straight to voicemail like I don't give a f*ck
A lot of goals I gotta reach and I ain't lettin' up
Call Smack, I need a battle, yeah, the bet is up