Stop Breathing Lyrics by Roddy Ricch

Roddy Ricch Lyrics

By Ademola Bashorun

Roddy Ricch releases ‘Stop Breathing’ as the second official single from his upcoming mixtape album, Feed Tha Streets III, which is slated for November this year, read the official lyrics to ‘Stop Breathing’ and sing along.

Roddy Ricch – Stop Breathing Lyrics

Intro
Ayy

Chorus
Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ’em stop breathing

Verse 1
Mustard just sent the new Ferrari, I just might cop me one
They can’t be Ricch, they just tryna make a carbon copy of him
Counting up this new money, every single day I’m home
I ain’t worried ’bout what they be on
You do what you can, I live a lifestyle on the daily, homes
Bracelets on my right wrist, I got eighty on, my fragrance strong
My bitch on top, we’re taping, she don’t ride it with no lace on
The lean poured, the Ace gone, the double R, the gray stone
The inside blueberry and the outside is Akon

Chorus
Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ’em stop breathing

Verse 2
It’s hard to stomach that
I’m out running laps and I ain’t comin’ back
Maybach jumping like a jumping jack off the mumble rap
Where Roddy at? I be chasing chicken, had to cut the fat
Only wear it one time, did a show, forgot to cut the tags
Another day, another seal, another deal, another bag
Was nineteen, charting up the jets, I’m in another class
Niggas couldn’t even tell, I was out getting cash
Graduated from the streets, I ain’t gotta bring up my past

Chorus
Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ’em stop breathing
Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ’em stop breathing