Asthma 2

[Chorus]
(Mingo, haha)
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in (Ha, ha)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Say he get money but that boy's a capper (Oh, oh, ha, oh)
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's (Ha, oh, oh)
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus (Ha, ha, oh)
You want a verse? I need your taxes (Ha, oh)
(Oh, oh, ha, oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Yeah (Oh)
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's
Pour the pint dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in

[Bridge]
Yeah, uh
What you on?
Uh, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Just got the pack through the mail
You need the Percs? The Actavis? What else?
(I don't know why he runnin', I'm the fastest)
(But he still going fast and I can't catch 'em)
Paint that nigga red like some Ketchup
Pockets looking, uh, the fattest
Ooh, bad bitch, she the baddest
Eatin' noodles in Calabassas
Yeah, I get the Percs in a package
Number (N)ine with some muh'fuckin' Khakis
I'm with his bitch, she say, "Achoo"
MAC with the scope, I peek at you
FN, it go, "Doo-doo-doo"
We playin' the money game, he gon' lose
I got the blick right here
Countin' up off pockets still
I got the Glock so I can't fear
I need them muh'fuckin' Vitamins
Yo' bitch so average
Posted with a model bitch
Yeah, she in college

[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in

[Chorus]
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in
(I bring the Glock in)

[Verse 2]
He ain't tryna shoot shit, he keep talkin'
Money dance when I walk in the show and I cost shit
Aye, be safe, all the snakes around you just be cautious
Already makin' excuses, you makin' up nonsense
New jeans and they ain't got no pockets
She wanna fuck because I'm her stylist
That boy my son, actin' childish
Pop a Perc, now I ain't got no knowledge, yeah
I make a lot of deposits
He so broke, that nigga wildin'
I do not box, my name Weiland
Fuck school, nigga, I'm shinin'
That boy so sick, nigga get Pollen
Stay high, nigga, stay the highest
And my weed so-, nigga, the highest
Balmain jeans, lil' nigga, the flyest
I keep the muh'fuckin' fye, man
Walk in the club then I do the rain dance
Yeah, young nigga ain't tryna face it
Eatin' good, lil' nigga, eat Bacon-

[Chorus]
(Mingo, haha)
Yeah
Need an inhaler cause I got some asthma
Say he get money but that boy's a capper
Pockets fat, they on motherfucking Pastor's
Pour the pint, dry just like some cactus
You want a verse? I need your taxes
Wherever I go, I bring the Glock in (Ha, ha)

[Outro]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, ha, oh)
(Ha, oh)