Woah...

Woah, ok, lemme, breathe Woah, ok, lemme, breathe Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, ok, lemme, breathe Don't fucking come near me cause you catchin' my disease I slide up on these bars and then I spit some shit in key I'd show you round my mind, but even I don't wanna see I'd show you round my mind, but even I don't got a key Look at me look at me I'm off a pack now Don't like me I'll hit him like I'm Pacquiao Everybody truth or truth with the questions But I'm playing dare or dare every sentence Always hide my fucking weed like it's weapons Know the plug so fucking well I'm like the charger Why you say you been balling like the past tense Bitch you know I'm still balling Vince Carter Ahh ahh And I'm dirty with it Maserati whippin' Cookin' up so many phones it's like I'm in the kitchen Bitch I'm hot make you believe like it's a new religion Bitch, I'll break you at the seems like you some true religions Live my life like I'm a fiend like I'm a super villain Man I'm sick I'm really sick like I need Penicillin When I chop the beat, it drop and make you touch the ceiling Make you touch the ceiling They text me but I don't reply, get 'em in the feelings You can move past me I'm running on empty For real I'm fucking empty Spent my money on these leases wallet's empty Eat a rapper, bitch you know I'm always hungry They already bite me you should get me out your tummy Woah, okay, lemme, breathe Woah, okay, lemme, breathe Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, okay, lemme, breathe Woah, okay, lemme, breathe Woah, okay, lemme, breathe Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, okay, lemme, breathe