Hyperventilation

[Intro: Big T]
Spot, woke up in the spot
Woke up in the spot, woke up in the spot
All the hoes lucky, all the hoes lucky
Look, they say ain't no risk, ain't no reward, right?
So all these risks I took, it gotta be somethin' waitin' for a nigga
(Yeah, yeah)
I bled twice for this shit
It's Quiet Money, right?
Quiet!

[Verse 1: Big T]
Hyperventilation
Boy, laughing gas got you niggas hatin'
Boy, I went through Hell, I went to visit Satan
I went through Heaven's gates and got some ventilation
Any indication, boy, they in the business like instigation
They on thin ice like figure skatin'
And I'm givin' them crowd participation
That mean we clappin' at you
We ain't laughin' wit' you, we laughin' at you
On a Holy Bible, nigga, tabernacle
We spent the ticket like we at a raffle
Well, we got 'em baffled
I'm prepared for 'em like I'm at a battle
Boy, you wit' the choir, then we gotta clap you
Boy, you go ahead and do what you have to
I was up all night lampin' on a nigga
But the feds in all dark tint campin' on a nigga
Ba-back on woods wit' the killas
Chillakaboo went back wood for the killa
If I say it's a go, light, camera, action on a nigga
Then it's a package full of zippers like Michael Jackson up on Thriller
USPS ship us 'cause they be taxin' on a nigga
Need it, I got it for you niggas
Need it, I got it for you, boy

[Hook: X Dot + M-O]
I be runnin' to that check, shawty, look at me
Every day, we shinin', look at me
They know we came from nothin', shawty, look at me
Now that bitch goin' crazy, look at me
I survived them shots, shawty, look at me
Now I'm runnin' to that money now, look at me
All my jewelry shinin', shawty, look at me (M-O!)
Solitaire, real diamonds, look at me

[Verse 2: M-O]
Aye, look
Cheah, cheah, cheah!
Opps wanna spray us (uh)
Cops wanna cage us (yeah-yeah)
Hoes wanna lay up (uh)
Man, ain't no time to lay up (yeah-yeah)
Let a nigga play us (uh)
I'mma call gang up (yeah-yeah)
I'mma hit bro line (yeah-yeah)
Let a nigga play tough (aah!)
I don't do dry threats
I don't do high-tech (yeah-yeah)
I don't do no flex (no flex)
Blue face Rolex (yeah-yeah)
Flow gettin' crazier than a bitch
Like a baby mama still sparrin' (yeah-yeah)
Let him get crazy in this bitch (aye, look)
He gon' get acquainted wit' this gun
Hate to put niggas in they place (uh)
Poppin' bottles-bottles by the case (yeah-yeah)
Pussy niggas-niggas can't relate
Well-connected, talkin' state-to-state (yeah)
Back talkin' that talk to niggas
I don't even wanna talk to niggas
Don't even bother tryna hit my line
Really, slime, it's just a waste of time (aah!)
You the type of nigga wait in line
You the type of nigga pay to fuck (yeah-yeah)
You the type of nigga eat the twat, and she don't even let the nigga fuck
Trust will get you killed (aye, look)
Love will get you murdered (real shit)
I never been a worker (I never)
But I always had the workers
Amen

[Hook: X Dot]
I be runnin' to that check, shawty, look at me
Every day, we shinin', look at me
They know we came from nothin', shawty, look at me
Now that bitch goin' crazy, look at me
I survived them shots, shawty, look at me
Now I'm runnin' to that money now, look at me
All my jewelry shinin', shawty, look at me
Solitaire, real diamonds, look at me