BandGang Lonnie Bands
Breathing
[Intro: OnFully]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
(Boomin need extras)
Turn these n***as up, I ain't heard of these head boppin' in this bitch
You know what the fuck goin' on
Shee

[Verse 1: OnFully]
I think my lungs closin' in, been smokin' too much
I thought you was gon' get up off your ass, what's holdin' you up?
I said it once, bitch, don't ask if I'm totin' or what
My n***a be done slide with three K's, they lookin' like Klux
Free the guys, they went to court wearin' button-ups
You only wear a button-up in a hearse, you ain't got nothin' up
Boom got scouts comin' numbers that he puttin' up
If you really knew somethin', you'd put your people up

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
This shit crazy how we leavin' n***as layin' out in traffic
Put an opp in the 'Wood, this shit hittin', I can't pass it
When that pape' get involved, make a pussy n***a vanish
N***as mad I'm still breathin', shit, I know they can't stand it
I've been blowin' through this pape' too fast, I need to manage it
Pourin' еight after eight, shit, I need to quit
We'll lеave a n***a stiff like a mannequin
Shootin' Drac' after Drac' 'til we empty clips
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Really respected everywhere like I'm J Prince
If it don't make a dollar, it don't make sense
Flip the fully K with shell catcher, ain't no evidence
The brick came with a stamp on it like I'm mailin' shit
Thick bitch can take dick, bitch, stop runnin'
This ice on my wrist real water, need to call a plumber
They like, "Lonnie ain't got a hit, but got a couple hundred"
"Lonnie, how you pimped that old bitch like a motherfucker? (Ayy)

[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My n***a, I can fuck a bitch all night, she ain't gon' stop cummin'
Bullets get to jumpin' in they whip like they huggin' each other
You can be hard as rocks, the K go through him like butter
You ever seen a n***a make the chopper rain? It change the weather, n***a
This ain't no fairy tale
My n***as still be in the streets, we doin' very well
And we travel with the dope, we don't ship that in the mail
Man, drop a shell on a n***a like I work for Taco Bell (Ayy)
Gun on me, it's in the mall and I'll use this bitch is Saks
In the stores, what you think I'm tryna do in traffic?
Up the score, and if you think you finna kill my n***a Boom, you smokin' dope
Mama asked me what we be doin' with these guns, I don't know, n***a
Man, I be lyin' to myself sometimes, girl
The stick jump in my whip and just ride, don't got nowhere to go
And all these bitches in my phone ain't mine
I tell 'em how it is, they still love me 'cause I ain't lyin', n***a
[Verse 5: OnFully]
Really, you ain't gettin' in if you ain't the family
Ho asked why the roof flippin', bitch, it's panoramic
Wonder when your dad thank, that's what I was plannin'
Two P's sell pies but not the one that's in the pantry
Catch you wide open, throw a bullet like you Landry
Fuck your bitch and play it off, I don't be likin' cameras (Bitch)
Free 9K, hit your block, do some damage
Clip full of bald heads, and I ain't talkin' cannon (I ain't talkin' no—)