ZOTiYAC - Breathin’ Fast lyrics

Chino Beats
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 it's 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 nigga
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
All 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 into 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 chino Beats

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