Asthma Attack

By Famous Dex

On Diana

Released on February 14, 2020

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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