Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathin Fast, artist - Zotiyac. Date of issue: 07.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breathin Fast |
| On my momma I ain’t scared of no nigga |
| Finna head straight to the trunk cause I ain’t sparing no nigga |
| Bitch it’s fair game ion care bout no nigga |
| You gon find yourself in pain trynna fuck wit Crow niggas |
| No hittas, no glizzys, no guns, no killas |
| This shit ain’t no match for us we just finna smoke niggas |
| Fuck shooting at back boys really trynna dome niggas |
| What you bring your strap for if you ain’t finna blow niggas |
| Ion understand it, this shit outlandish |
| The body count been rising in our city its outstanding |
| That’s no coincidence it’s just some shitty circumstances |
| He pulled up on the turf but on the curb is where he landed |
| A shirt is what you printed, murder curse he finna vanish |
| Fuck what you been spending boy that purse a disadvantage |
| That shit motivation for a nigga who ain’t got it |
| And they ain’t got shit to lose anyway so they just rob it |
| You walk around with gat, like yo ass can’t come outta pocket |
| Like you can’t get shot for the right fucking profit |
| Like you ain’t got no weakness like you can’t come out yo body |
| He say he hit a lick probably shit was probably sloppy |
| It ain’t nothing to go kidnap a nigga |
| Run up in yo shit and clap you while yo kid napping nigga |
| It ain’t no Oscar waiting for you keep on acting nigga |
| Tell my shooters get they weight and just gon keep on clapping |
| If you ain’t got no hustle how you call that trapping nigga |
| If you ain’t got no strap then how the fuck you packin nigga |
| If you ain’t really out here how you call that active nigga |
| And if you ain’t making money why you keep on rapping nigga |
| I catch a opp lackin finna acrobat that nigga |
| Tell the cops we still crackin they can check my tats nigga |
| Fax metro know us they’ve been trynna trap niggas |
| Caught the homie with the crack fuck them undercover bitches |
| Trynna tap a nigga jack? |
| But I stay away from snitches |
| All homies i can’t fuck wit now i gotta keep my distance |
| Niggas say I’m switching when i get to actin different |
| Ion give a fuck bout none of that just lemme know who trippin |
| Cut shit like a lumber jack |
| Twin XDS ion wanna rap |
| FN57 hollow points you gon get some of that |
| You can’t run from that, hit his block up and run it back |
| Get the thunder clap get yo watch now you want it back |
| You can come and get it cause my bitch can’t even fit it we make fun of that |
| Turn a dime sack to a hunnid pack |
| I ain’t sell no crack, marijuana where my market at |
| Need the hp I can get that for like half a rack |
| Nigga stop fucking with me before I turn you to a pack |
| Burn you to the ash now you grassed and we do the dash |
| Finna bust yo ass imma pull up with the spooky mask |
| Funny shit up the hunnid clip and lift yo goofy ass |
| Pull up from the hit and ain’t even use a mask |
| All these niggas talking shit but they usin apps |
| All these niggas say they shootin they ain’t even strapped |
| Bring that Mac out and whip it now you breathin fast |