Breathe and Stop

We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain free
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Sell *** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun

And all my ***, throw you're hands up

Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop
Jealous 'cause they boyfriends ain’t me
I give her that mayo, you come and you kiss her

All my ***, throw your dubs up
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Killa capital, I’m blastin' you
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with Joe
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

Let them feel it when the bassline drop
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just ain’t Joe
Lord of war, you need a hammer, I’ll sell you guns
Fit the ***, then again you know that

Pepper spray gangsters, show you how the iron is slung

Now listen up, you in love with a stripper
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
All my ***, throw your dubs up
TA, what's up? I see you ***
Joey don't give a ***, told my *** hold that
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop
And all my ***, throw you're hands up
Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions
Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon
Now I could play like Kanye and let my chest hairs show
For the love of this dough, that’s what I have to do
Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's
Now mama loves me, her friends hate me
Let them feel it when the bassline drop
Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at?

Let them feel it when the bassline drop
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up

Latino Market, you know we got that *** in Memphis
Coka, Game, the gangsta gangsta
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring
All my ***, throw your dubs up
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
Stop searchin' ***, I am the one
Play shot and then I switch up the flow
And all my ***, throw you're hands up
I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats
*** Crack been a G ever since
Aiyyo, there's murder on the streets

Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang

Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks

Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not supposed to
Sit back and watch the money get bricks, muh'f***

'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart
I *** her and diss her