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Breathe

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Breathe was released on October 31, 2025 by W. AVE as a part of the album House Parties

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

W. AVE

Vocals, Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Airric Galloway

Airric Galloway

Songwriter

Kaneesha Hutchinson

Kaneesha Hutchinson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

W. AVE

Engineer

Kenni Lee

Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

We finna crash in this bitch (Like what?)

We finna blast in this bitch (Like what? Huh)

What? Huh? (Like what? Huh)

Like what? Huh? (Like where we at?)

We on the Ave with it (We on the what?)

We on the Ave with it (Like where we at?)

W Avenue, what? Like what?

[Chorus]

One and two and three and breathe

Don't come outside 'cause the Ave in the streets

Four and five and six like this

I think they like when I pop my shit

One and two and three and breathe

When the beat go hard, then we go OB

Four and five and six, get lit

Say, "Don't mind me, do my dance, I'm a bitch"

[Verse 1]

Set shit up so you know it's going down

We cool over here, you don't have to come around, bitch

This another hit about to take another crown

Headshot after headshot, throwing in the towel

Things gon' slip, we slide

But I see them try to up the score, no ties

I'm just tryna get a hundred million with the guys

We don't fuck with that side and we smoke top fives (Fuck them top fives)

[Verse 2]

Getting misty, getting busy, getting jiggy

Level up the way you living, baby, get it with me

I done hurt his feelings, now he say he out to get me

**** really ain't with it, make a ghost like Fifty

Shorty on my hip, she a killer with a pretty face

Watch your next move, got a Glock in the purse

Shit getting wicked over here, so play it safe

Told him, "If you scared, go to church," ho

[Chorus]

One and two and three and breathe

Don't come outside 'cause the Ave in the streets

Four and five and six like this

I think they like when I pop my shit

One and two and three and breathe

When the beat go hard, then we go OB

Four and five and six, get lit

Say, "Don't mind me, do my dance, I'm a bitch"

[Verse 3]

Talking all that shit like you was me, you a bitch

Moving sideways like you gang, you a snitch

Heard you got that last **** tatted on your wrist

Ho ain't got no shame, bet she had that **** kid

Let's roll some, let's smoke some

Bum-ass hoes acting like they on something

These slow-ass **** swear they know something

How you rich but you asking, "Could I hold some?"

Bitch, what you laughing for?

How you living in the trenches with a Cybertruck?

Stuck up 'cause he ain't giving pipe

Tough luck 'cause he kept tryna hype it up

I hate when hoes throw shade

They got your hubby, drop your last name

**** swear I ain't got no range

Till they see me pull off in the Wraith

[Chorus]

One and two and three and breathe

Don't come outside 'cause the Ave in the streets

Four and five and six like this

I think they like when I pop my shit

One and two and three and breathe

When the beat go hard, then we go OB

Four and five and six, get lit

Say, "Don't mind me, do my dance, I'm a bitch"

[Verse 4]

What it is, ho? What's up?

Got the gang all black in the cut

Feel like Elmer Fudd when I'm hunting, better duck

If you don't give a damn, ****, we don't give a fuck, what?

[Verse 5]

Yeah, we don't give a fuck outside 'cause the gang outside

Middle finger to some **** if they ain't Southside

Yeah, I heard I got them triggered, bitches aim how high?

Ho, you claiming that your ****, but he saying, "I'm not"

[Verse 6]

I can't count the money, I can't help it, it's a habit, uh

Dying by respect, I know some ones that got to have it, uh

Lord looking down like, "I made him such a savage," uh

We ain't cut the same, homie, this is custom fabric, uh

[Verse 7]

Classy and I'm ratchet, uh, gotta keep the balance, uh

Smiling in my face, but I can really feel the malice, uh

Better get to stepping if you wanna keep your balance

Have you sliding out my section, make you hit it like a challenge, like

[Chorus]

One and two and three and breathe

Don't come outside 'cause the Ave in the streets

Four and five and six like this

I think they like when I pop my shit

One and two and three and breathe

When the beat go hard, then we go OB

Four and five and six, get lit

Say, "Don't mind me, do my dance, I'm a bitch"

[Outro]

Like what? Like huh, what?

Huh, what? Like what? Huh

What? Huh? Like what? Like what?

Like what? Like what? Like what? Like, like

Like, like, like, like, like, like, huh?

Like what? Like what? Like what? Like what?

Like one and two and three and breathe

Written by: Airric Galloway, Kaneesha Hutchinson

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