Breathe

And she be like "Wintr I hate You Now" They want my head can't take me down I know it's snakes all on the ground And I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm bound Niggas 'gon hate, the money count If I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm posed to If I got that 9 bitch it's it's in da holster They see me glow now they wanna toast it I can't slow down might lose focus And I know that it's snakes in the grass lil baby I hope you don't dwell on the past lil baby Life starting to move a lil faster lately If I tell you the truth then you finna hate me So I'd rather lie and keep you in my clutch It be a bad move to give you up It be so dumb to just let you go I'd rather lie just to keep you close And I know you hate that I do the most Can't take that pain so you pour a four These niggas hoes like hell no They want that bag so they gone fold I got some snakes in the grass waiting Niggas that I love, hating Don't care about yo reputation Oh he got packs ok we confiscating He got a bag and then he lost it Watch who you claim your dawgs is His ass a actor we gon pause him You know lil' wintr yeah he top ten But I can't win unless my dawgs win I can't win without my niggas Bitch I'm gon lose without my niggas How the f*ck I'm 'gon be a winner? Bitch I been hustling all winter Don't love that bitch but now I'm in her Circle full of winners and I'm in the center Told that I love her I ain't really finna Mind keep spinning like I'm in a blender On his block nigga we gon slide and spin him I don't even try, just get da bag and I get the bag so these niggas mad And these niggas mad so I cannot lack If I ever lack imma be a pack If I'm in a pack then I go out sad If you go out sad you can't never last If you cannot last you gon break like glass I be smoking gas got my brain lag If he inna fishbowl then I catch em He talk that shit nigga so I stretch him Turn him inna ash so we finna catch him Put him inna past so we finna bless him Like we got sticks bitch we ain't wrecking I run up the bag bitch now I'm flexing This ARP teach his ass a lesson Tell her give me the jaw baby I be stressing I'm sorry I yelled at you lil' baby no I didn't mean it You love to complain so much I'm thinking that I'm finna leave it I'm reaching and begging for air I'm really thinking that I need it