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G Herbo - Breathe Slow (Visualizer) ft. Young Thug
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Composer
Davood Boushehri
Davood Boushehri
Composer
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

Breathe slow, slow, stalkin' that Smoke 'em like 'dro, 'dro, let 'em hit 'em up (Brrt) Take it easy, move with ease, ayy If the reaper come for you in your sleep, ayy Don't pussy out, don't pussy out (Ayy) I was ready for that (Ready) Young niggas facin' jail and death, but I was ready for that Big bro took me on my first hit said hold this, steady and clap And I was ready for that (You know that) But I wasn't ready for Cap I wasn't ready to snap (Snapped out) I wasn't thirty as Max I don't need no more gun case right now But it's still on my lap (I got that) I knew sittin' in that trap all day can't get me richer than rap Put my hood on the map and my city on my back (My back) Don't post pistols on my Snap' (At all) When the reaper come, ain't trippin' 'Cause my son's just gon' have it (You know that) And my plug comin' back, all my royalties, that's facts (Facts) I ain't bought no Richard Mille 'Cause my lawyer fees, they high (High) I react, I don't get get-back, you touch me, you gon' die (Pussy) Breathe slow, slow, stalkin' that Smoke 'em like 'dro, 'dro, let 'em hit 'em up (Brrt) Take it easy, move with ease, ayy (Ayy, ayy) If the reaper come for you in your sleep, ayy Don't pussy out, don't pussy out I saw blood brains (No bap) Too many thugs lame (It's right) Niggas made guns flame, but ain't no gun ranges Young niggas ain't even aimin', straight gangbangin', dangerous Commitin' crimes, heinous, niggas ain't never gon' change (Fuck) OG's never gon' change (Fuck) Walk up to smoke a stranger (Fuck) He let the judge hang him, couldn't control his anger (Damn) Then he went insane (Insane) He be feelin' strange But he still the same, he still with his gang (Gang, gang) Nigga, what gang? Can't even trust gang (Gang, what gang?) Feel like, fuck gang(Fuck gang) Wish your luck changed (Luck changed) This how things go, he ain't even know (Okay) Street life, ain't no team goals, on hits, breathe slow Breathe slow, slow, stalkin' that Smoke 'em like 'dro, 'dro, let 'em hit 'em up (brrt) Take it easy, move with ease, ayy (Ayy, ayy) If the reaper come for you in your sleep, ayy Don't pussy out, don't pussy out It's like I'm livin' in the dark, yeah But I'm still doin' shows, yeah I can't see where I'm goin' But I'ma GOAT so I get gotted by my whores Got kids in my rear view, that's keepin' me goin' Rollin', goin', rollin', keepin' me goin', rollin' Keepin' me on, rollin', yeah Breathe slow, slow, stalkin' that Smoke 'em like 'dro, 'dro, let 'em hit 'em up (brrt) Take it easy, move with ease, ayy (yy, ayy) If the reaper come for you in your sleep, ayy Don't pussy out, don't pussy out
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Darius Hill, Mikel James Gunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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