Hardly Breathe

(album: Professional Shit Talking - 2019)

[Intro:]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Lil E:]
I can hardly breathe
Seven grams in the Backwood, it keep coughing me
My bitch told me to roll up, I rolled all the weed
Hotboxing in the vehicle, you can hardly see
Nigga handed me his cell phone, I stole all his fiends
Accurate with the .45, so I took off the beam
Bitch keep begging me for twenty, said her car on E
My lil' nigga put you in a box, he can hardly read
He flashed twenty bands on Facebook, he got killed for stunting
Found out he ain't have no pape', he got killed for nothing
A nigga fucked my bitch and I popped him, he got killed for nutting
The plug took too long to bring the weed, he got stripped for coming
Damn, I miss my uncle
Used to get the drank and give it to me, I ain't paying nothing
Cut into a bitch too quick, she almost gave me monkey
Tryna hit a brick with no glove, almost scraped my knuckles

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
I only wanna buy the drank if I can buy the seal
Ayy, T, I ain't selling you no work if I can't buy the pills
On Stockdale, at the gas station 'bout to buy some chips
I shot a nigga in the store 'cause he was tryna steal
A label sent a contract, I gotta find Will
Right now I'm going crazy, whole city think I signed a deal
My plug said the power went out, told him find a bill
Got a tablet, press me and E finna design a pill
In school with a Glock 9, I ain't tryna learn
32s on the old school, it's kinda hard to turn
This cherry look like nappy-ass hair, I gotta buy a perm
Dirty bullets in my AK, nigga, die with germs
Shot a bald-head nigga twice, gave him sideburns
I just beat a nigga ass and now he look like Tommy Hearns
My fiend say the dope I got butter, but I gotta churn it
You can't make what I made off rap, bruh, you gotta earn it

[Lil E:]
Got into it with an Arab and knocked off his turban
Unc' bring the boy back alive, he gon' die a surgeon
A nigga shot me, I lied, told my mama that I'm not gon' hurt him
My nigga's mama smoking, had to promise that I'm not gon' serve her
Told me she might as well shop with me 'cause I'm not gon' gurb her
Had a nine-to-five for twenty years, you gon' die a worker
Fucked a bitch and had her screaming, her son think I hurt her
I don't like green, Quali', Test, but I'll drink the purple
Was gon' skeet in this bitch, but I think she fertile
I think I'm on to something
Fucked this bad bitch without a condom, she almost gave me something
I ain't even cut the margarine, but I'll shake the butter
Sell a thousand pills in a day, I don't think I stuttered
So don't think I'm fronting
If I fuck more than two times, don't think I love you
If I let you buy these pills, don't think I drugged you

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
How the fuck am I a capper? I don't cop helmets
Nigga swore he was a scrapper, he got popped wrestling
But anyway, Rio just a rapper, let the opps tell it
I think this nigga lit a blunt, but I cannot smell it
Bitch, I'm really G.E.D., I cannot fail it
'Cause I'm getting every dollar, but I'm not with Eddie
I got a plug on some, but I cannot sell it
Supercalifrillyexpedocious, I cannot spell it
I'm in Mexico talking shit, but I can't write Spanish
Glock hit him in his neckbone, bitch, I don't like cabbage
Let my fiend come short today, I'ma fight Ashley
I got a big-ass gun on me, can't wear tight jackets
Buckshots hit him in his face, it look like acne
Knock a nigga Cartis off his face, he look like Daphne
Damn, I mean Velma, man, I write backwards
Still fucking with the Scooby Doo, you wanna buy some Scrappy?