Asthma (feat. Lagitt)

You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters Bitch, I ain't runnin' from your love, ho, I got asthma Penitentiary livin', bro, they gon' be home soon Had to tell a bro to chill, he despising all the shrooms Linked up, then I hit it raw, I left the condom in her room I put my phone on DND, baby, I'm not up in no mood It's all fairytales, girl, live in reality I hit it twice in me in public, now she naggin' me I'm always there for you, babe, you go through agony I'm pullin' through, she take advantage of just havin' me I know we young, but we tryna ball off forever You let him get up in your lap, but then I won't see us together I might be hard, but you know my heart, it's softer than a feather It's Valentine when you make it home, baby, I'm just tryna bless ya Sorry that I made you cry We ain't next together, baby, we ain't tryna die Yeah, I'm so traumatized Sorry that I made you cry Don't see I'm goin' through it, you could look up in my eyes If it wasn't good, boss Wanna know what you think if I get up on your mind I can't let you go, lil' baby, yeah, you too fine I'm tryna make you happy, don't wanna see you frown Yeah, I'm your king and you my queen, we need crowns You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma Ain't like I been runnin' for too long, I gotta let it go But if you changed for the better, I gotta keep you close We sippin', we at the party, bitch, let's have a toast Won't say a word, he just gon' clap you, bro, they still on go She won't take control, so I let shawty come and ride the boat Pop, I had her all in my, my mind, I'm tryna kill her throat My lil' bitch, she still on go, she don't operate with any kind of ho I ain't even pull out when you told me not to do it, though Yeah, I'm keepin' you stuck, these bitches and niggas ain't fuckin' with us, uh And we gon' run this shit up, run up a mil', maybe two plus Like, baby, just keep my trust, like, baby, don't lie, just keep it a buck Like, the shit I do for you, would you do for me? Or don't give a fuck You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma You my shawty, you treat me like I don't matter That nigga keep texting your phone, he not a phantom The type to pop out on you, shittily break splatters Bitch, I ain't runnin' from you, love who I got asthma