BREATHE

We finna up it like stock, huh I got the African rocks, huh Run up on him he get rocked I'm at the plat, swishin' my mop What is yo name, you is a lot Ain't playin games, you better stop She like my drip and I'm wearing crocs Ride in the whip, I'm dropping the top I can't breathe, huh, my lung icy, huh Ice on my teeth, huh, why you copy me, huh I'll pull up on that boy, huh He said that he want peace, huh Put that boy in the grease, huh If he said he want beef, huh I pull up on that fella, hit 'em with combos, like hella Stuffin' my pockets with breath like Nutella I'm with my Tubbies like Tella I can not walk without Maison Margiela (huh) Boy, I just cook up the beat, then I ride She like my music, she say it's a vibe (huh) I ain't even play like that, black eye When it get serious, I call up my guys (huh) Y'all be some cobras, I ain't talkin Kai (snake) Y'all be some cobras, I ain't talkin Kobe They said I'm crazy, but don't even know me (snake) I ain't even trippin' cause I didn't get lonely They left me out, now they act like we homies (snake) Put the mask on, now I feel like I'm Tobi I'm only 16, it can't be no old me Shorty said she really want me, then show me (huh) We finna up it like stock, huh I got the African rocks, huh Run up on him he get rocked I'm at the plat, swishin' my mop What is yo name, you is a lot Ain't playin games, you better stop She like my drip and I'm wearing crocs Ride in the whip, I'm dropping the top I can't breathe, yo, my lung icy, yo Ice on my teeth, yo, why you copy me, yo I'll pull up on that boy, there he go He said that he want peace, aye, yo Put that boy in the grease, yo if he said he want beef, yo I feel like I'm in a Mafia, uh I got that flow like a drum, huh I count the bread with my thumb, huh I gave that boy lil crumb, huh (aye) I just been ballin' like a running back, uh Going dumb, almost had a heart attack, uh Stole my heart, whatchu' use, witch craft, uh Bawskee, I'ma make 'em spin it back, uh Give sumn', make 'em say "what the heck," uh Mom in the kitchen breakin' chicken necks, uh If he talkin, Whac-A-Mole, don't know where he went, mm Put his head on the table, make 'em ratatat, mm Then I pull of in a drop-top minivan, I ​feel like ski Look like a T-rex done bit it, huh They like to talk but ain't with it, huh Off the dome no it ain't written, huh She told me "Rage, I like to bake," so I put ice on her mittens, yeah I got a cat, her name is Sua, I'ma put ice on my kitten