Asthma Attack

Album cover art for "Asthma Attack" by Famous Dex & Rich The Kid & Jay Critch

Famous Dex & Rich The Kid & Jay Critch - Rap

Asthma Attack

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Duration: 2:15

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[Famous Dex: Verse 1] Dexter! Dexter! (Bankroll Got It) Ha! Yeah! Money on me, on my teeth I keep a .30 on me .30 is right in my jeans I call Fatdaddy you know that he shootin' for free Ha, yeah, he shootin' for me Huh, yeah, yeah that's my twin We get the money, yeah, we win We fuck a lil' bitch and they twins Yeah, with her friend Yeah, ooh, wait I took that bitch on a date I might just bust on her face She want the money, she late, I told her she late Huh, what, the old Dex is back Huh, yeah, a asthma attack (Huuuh) And it's on me, baby-girl just relax Yeah, bitch I'm back here I get a check, no welfare I could've been broke, yeah that was last year Look at my pockets, them bitches like big ears Ha, what, make a wish She look at me, want a kiss Baby-girl I do not kiss, bitch Who do you kiss with your lips, miss? [Bridge: Famous Dex] Sorry, for my cussin', I ain't mean all that That's your cousin? He drink Robitussin? [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] All of my kids straight Got rich off a mixtape My money like 6'8'' My chain a brand new Wraith My bitch, she bad today Can't fuck with these niggas, they fake It's Kobe, expensive my steak I had too much on my plate (Woo), Yo Dexter! Run up, we putting that boy on a stretcher (What), Yo Dexter! That pussy was good, I bought her a Lexus Marshall went and got them pints from Texas Break a brick down in the kitchen and I stretch it World is mine, I done already said it Bitch want a bag but she cannot get it [Verse 3: Jay Critch] Bitch want a bag, but I tell her forget it Left wrist on baguetti spaghetti Carti' frames, so I see where I'm headed She let me swipe like it's debit or credit Hop out the Lambo' truck Brand new Amiri stuff And I'm poppin' the tags Stay with that cheese on us If she ain't eating up Then I'm dubbin' it fast Try to compete with us Little nigga you don't make no deposits Ran it up when I ran out of options Runnin' down like "What's in ya wallet?" Came a long way, hittin' stains in the Balmains I'm with Dex, makin' plays like the ball game I don't gotta flex, diamonds hitting from long range Stay with shooters, point him out, and they all aim

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Credits

Writers
  • Famous Dex
  • Rich The Kid
  • Jay Critch
  • Bankroll Got It