Barely Breathing

We pull up in that function, and this shit gon' get real funky Bitches love me, I make money, try to take it, you a dummy Ain't no use in talking, make one call and they gon' pull up on me Ain't no fronting, bitch, you know we coming Pull up, slide in, a hundred deep I'm going bad, I feel like meek The shit I smoke ain't for the weak You fell off, nigga, lost your peak Real nice, Dime Piece, she got some pretty feet The way she throwing ass and sucking dick, this hoe, she coming back I f*ck with her technique She change the look up every day I might just call the bitch Mystique Asking me what I like about her, I just told her, she unique This pistol hitting like a shotty, call this bitch a Mozambique You niggas struggle to get racks, it's like y'all playing hide and seek We gettin bands like every week I'm getting paid, feel like I'm in RPN She spend a day with me, then you ain't finna see yo bitch again She stuck on me, but I don't want her, she not even a 10 We ridin' a Tonka, we ridin' a Benz I just saw my unc, he out of the pen Crazy seeing him now and then Last time I seen unc, I was fucking 10 Feel great to see unc got out again Make the whole crowd jump when I go BENN Remember them days I was stuck in the den Dukes told me, I'ma be that man So I ain't no damn losing, bitch, I'm finna win Itching to get it, it's under my skin Give me a challenge and I'm finna grin Grittin my teeth and I'm getting a dub I don't need a breather, I'm not getting subbed I do not miss the way that I was I like the new me more I used to wear polo, now I wear Dior I like to make money, I hate being poor Give me the rock, I'm uppin the score May hog the ball but, I hate to lose Got a couple friends, I don't need more Cause niggas be fake, they pick and choose Not finna run all my toes on the floor Ten toes down, you know how I move They thought I had drowned, they found me on shore They thought I had sinked, but I'm finna soar Nigga, my flow is the nicest I did not write this I make this shit look priceless Nigga you robin not Batman , you look like a sidekick Nigga, you number two And I'm number one, who the f*ck is you Future so damn bright, I can see the view Nigga lower than the gum on his shoe Feel like 23, play through the flu I don't cook up, bitch, I brew Don't cop shit, unless it's brand new Leave a hoe twisted like a askew That's the yo bitch she ran through Bet the hair smell like cantu Whole gang hit in grad school Cuffin her, nigga, that's a bad move If you stay with her, you a damn fool Where yo pape, nigga, make a bag move If you broke, nigga, that's bad news Gas hitting harder than some damn fumes Make a nigga trip like he off shrooms Tweaking off the za, it look like he got a disease I don't worry about the stacks, bitch, I make money with ease So much ice up on my neck, I think that I'm about to freeze Walk by me, might feel a breeze Sorry if I make you sneeze I been fucking for two hours and this bitch just started wheezing She got the type of ass that you gotta squeeze the jeans in Don't even know her race, I think she might be Indonesian I won't fight no nigga if I do not have a reason Only couple people in this world that I believe in They have my back, so best believe that I'ma keep it even Every day I'm working, so my pape steady increasing Rapping while I'm tired, shit too easy, barely breathing