SXMPRA - DON’T BREATHE! Lyrics

Say you f*ckin' with the king, you a liar
Only f*ckin' wit' me when the cosign fire, Uh
I be spittin', holy smokin' like a tire
Double dare, ya f*ckin' cross me, consequences will be dire
Keep it pretty, pussy bitch, I dare you, turn yo' back
Freddy Krueger come to cut a f*cka, where they at
Feel like Jason, keep that blade up on me and the mask
Creep up out the cut I'm sneakin' through the f*ckin' grass

I don't really f*ck with many people, that's a fact
I be posted in my room, just makin' beats and eating snacks
I just sip up on my goosey 'til I'm layin' on my back
All these pussies looking goofy tryna chase a f*ckin' bag
I'ma get this pull up and I'm flexin', get up out the whip
I get a mothaf*cka running for the exit
Bet I better get 'em out the mothaf*ckin' sections
Never been the better man, I better be arrested
I be countin' every mothaf*ckin' blessing
Thinkin' 'bout a way to make outta my depression
Think about the way that imma get it every session
I'ma be f*cka to kill 'em, it ain't no question, hoo
Pussy really wanna be the one to pull up on a mothaf*cka
Wanna get 'em with the cutter
Never wanna be the one to pull up on another one
I want a mothaf*cka comin' for me, I
Really got a wait a minute, I'ma get it but
I gotta take a little bitta mothaf*ckin' time, I know, I
Take what you want from me, I cannot fathom
A life where material value is put on
A pedestal, let 'em all call to the devil
I revel in every moment of rebel rebellion
Telling 'em, "What in the f*ck are they doin'"? Just selling them
Everything for a golden medallion
Tally 'em, tell me the number of bodies that drop, is it damaging?
Hold up, pussy boy, the f*ck is you at?
I got the f*ckin' razor blades, I taped 'em up on the bat
I never thought I'd make it to this day they bumpin' my tracks
I do my thang and now I live my dream, the f*ck is you at?

Creeping, creeping on these bitches, therefore Glocked up
Creeping, creeping on these bitches, therefore Glocked up

Say you f*ckin' with the king, you a liar
Only f*ckin' wit' me when the cosign fire, uh
I be spittin', holy smokin' like a tire
Double dare ya, f*ckin' cross me, consequences will be dire
Keep it pretty, pussy bitch, I dare you, turn yo' back
Freddy Krueger come to cut a f*cka where they at
Feel like Jason keep that blade up on me and the mask
Creep up out the cut, I'm sneakin' through the f*ckin' grass