Breathe it by Trxcy Lyrics
Hook:
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)
Verse 1 (Tigga):
Bust through the front door shooting
You know I'm a fan of the looting
Niggas be holding them packs
Ima take em off of their back
Duct tape hand in your lap
Didn't I told you relax
40 clip holding the max
I got some hoes dog in the back
Do this shit for the dough
We listen and we grow
Movin the snow
Nigga I'll shoot at your fro
Big guns and he blow, Just call me Rambo
Niggas be snitchin' and bitchin'
They heard about birds now they actin like pigeon
Funny but I am not trippin
And just like a gymnast I gonna stay flippin
Hook:
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)
Verse 2 (Trxcy):
Skipped local
Went global, now I got em hittin' up the mobile
Told em if I drop then it's over
Running through em like it's Red Rover
Said I go postal to coastal
Make no mistake I dont know what the pros do
Keep my head down stay hopeful
Til the day I'm skippin outta Whole Foods
Oh no dude, nigga came back with the old moves
Missin a day, I'm gettin the pay
If you come through, you get sprayed
Look at the strays
If I come through with the nade, you will not see a new day
Ay-ay
AY
Hook:
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)
Verse 1 (Tigga):
Bust through the front door shooting
You know I'm a fan of the looting
Niggas be holding them packs
Ima take em off of their back
Duct tape hand in your lap
Didn't I told you relax
40 clip holding the max
I got some hoes dog in the back
Do this shit for the dough
We listen and we grow
Movin the snow
Nigga I'll shoot at your fro
Big guns and he blow, Just call me Rambo
Niggas be snitchin' and bitchin'
They heard about birds now they actin like pigeon
Funny but I am not trippin
And just like a gymnast I gonna stay flippin
Hook:
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)
Verse 2 (Trxcy):
Skipped local
Went global, now I got em hittin' up the mobile
Told em if I drop then it's over
Running through em like it's Red Rover
Said I go postal to coastal
Make no mistake I dont know what the pros do
Keep my head down stay hopeful
Til the day I'm skippin outta Whole Foods
Oh no dude, nigga came back with the old moves
Missin a day, I'm gettin the pay
If you come through, you get sprayed
Look at the strays
If I come through with the nade, you will not see a new day
Ay-ay
AY
Hook:
I ain't got time for this shit
Nigga knock that off
Working way too long
Working the graveyard shift
Just to pay that off, Can't take no loss
Naw I ain't trippin' I need it
Counting up the digits, feeling no different
Living in the trap I breathe it
In & out the back all season
(x2)