Quavo, Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky

Quavo, Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky – Baby Breath Lyrics

Baby Breath

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"Baby Breath." - Quavo, Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:25 pm

Album: QRÖMELIFE (Extended Version)

Track No: 05

When I showed up— when I showed up—
When I showed up— when I sh—
When I showed up on the set, hold it, hold it, hold it
When I showed up on the set, burn it like a cigarette
When you catch me in the jet, know that bitch come with a chef
And my diamonds D-E-F, they can't hear you where you at
You could ever see me dress, boy, you must be breathing meth
It's five million on my neck, got no ceiling where I rest
Do I hurt your feelings? Yes, there's a box, I'll give the check
Is a F-80 fresh? Like a fuckin' baby breath
Why his Richard Mille the best? He got elves at his desk
Do you got shells? That's a yes, it'll swell up your vest
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Quavo, I came to scoop up me a motherfuckin' check
Convertible coupe and it came with the specs
Bend that bitch over, she come with the stretch
Super lil' soaker, she leavin' me wet
Walk in this bitch, I got gang in this bitch
You can't come in this bitch if you bangin' the set
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' it, whippin' it
Shit, 'til the Richard fall off of my wrist
I put a S in front of my chest
I'm feelin' super when I'm on the X
She wanna fuck me for some success
I told her, "Come over, I'm horny, I'm horny"
Drippin' in Louis, girl, take off that Marni
I'm pourin' stuff in my cup, look like Barney
Ice in my carats, my baby in pointers
I sit at the top like a motherfuckin' ornament
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
I had to catch my motherfuckin' breath
Shoot without lookin', they callin' me Steph
I'm finna step, I'm givin' out belt
Tellin' them black and white, callin' them refs
I'm the last real one, guess that I'm rare
Look in the mirror and try to compare
It's levels up, lil' ****, just hold up, hold up
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bitch
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, that's a Bimmer
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, that's the steamer
The necklace on Easter, this bitch right here a keeper
And I ball extra hard for all the hecklers in the bleachers
Buddy sent the text message tryna test me
I will buy your publishing, don't disrespect me
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath
Make sure that your babies cannot eat, that's how I'm rockin'
Like the bread I'm takin' from you, dog, you out of pocket, uh
Hold up, shoot, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
I just put on for the set, pop my shit like it's Tourettes
Pink hair rollers, Alo sweats
Gettin' neck from Miss Claudette
He was tough up on the 'net, he was pussy when we met
She just DM me, direct, but I look better in the flesh
These ain't no checkers, this chess, boy
These LV checkers, not Vans, boy
Say that lil' shit with your chest, boy
Better run up a check or some bands, boy
FL session with no VVS, flawless
SL Benz in all Chrome, VVS, oi
Call my phone with no mess or BS, phone
My ****'ll kill you for less, boy
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, puttin' this dick in her, dick in her
Eat it up, lick it up, hang it up
She wanna play with this dick, let her flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
She wanna kick with the kid while I'm killin' her
Fill it up, pick it up
A couple months later, my kid gon' be kickin' her
Kickin' her, kickin' her, kickin' her
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah

Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Quavious Marshall, Tyler Okonma & Rakim Mayers.

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