Baby Breath Lyrics – Quavo

Read the full Baby Breath lyrics by Quavo from the album QRÖMELIFE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quavo’s music, you can also explore Away and Away (2026), two other songs by Quavo.

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
When I showed up— when I showed up—
When I showed up— when I sh—

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
When I showed up on the set, hold it, hold it, hold it (Skrrt)
When I showed up on the set, burn it like a cigarette (Woo, hey)
When you catch me in the jet, know that b!tch come with a chef
And my diamonds D-E-A-F, they can’t hear you where you at
You could ever see me dress, boy, you must be breathing meth (Woo)
It’s five million on my neck, got no ceiling where I rest (Hеy)
Do I hurt your feelings? Yes, this a box, I get a check

It’s a F-80 frеsh like a fu*king baby breath
Why his Richard Mille the best? He got elves at his desk
Do he got shells? That’s a yes, they’ll swell up your vest (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Quavo]
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Woo)
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Quavo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I came to scoop up me a motherfu*king check (Woo)
Convertible coupe and it came with the specs
Bend the b!tch over, she come with the stretch
Super lil’ soaker, she leaving me wet (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Walk in this b!tch, I got gang in this b!tch
You can’t come in this b!tch if you breaking the set
I’m in the kitchen, I’m cooking it, whipping it
S*it, ’til the Richard fall off of my wrist (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put a S in front of my chest
I’m feeling super when I’m off the X
She wanna fu*k me for some success, woah
I told her come over, I’m horny, I’m horny

Dripping in Louis, girl, take off that Marni (Take it off)
I’m pouring stuff in my cup, look like Barney
Ice in my carats, my baby in pointers
I sit at the top like a motherfu*king ornament (Ice, ice)
(Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it)
I had to catch my motherfu*king breath (Woo)
Shoot without looking, they calling me Steph (Splash)
I’m finna step, I’m giving out belt
Telling the black and white, calling them refs
I’m the last real one, guess that I’m rare (Real)
Look in the mirror and try to compare (Hold up)
It’s effortless, lil’ n!gga, just hold up, hold up (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, ye——

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Quavo]
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling (Uh, uh)
Bling, bling, bling, bling (Uh), bling, bling, bling, b!tch (Uh, uh)
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, that’s the Bimmer (Ha)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, that’s the steamer (Augh)
The necklace on Easter (Easter), this b!tch right here a keeper (Keeper)
And I ball extra hard for the hecklers in the bleachers (Bleachers)
Buddy sent the text message tryna test me (Woo)
I will buy your publishing, don’t disrespect me (Woo, disrespect me, b!tch, augh)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, eugh)
Make sure that your babies cannot eat, that’s how I’m rocking (That’s how I’m rocking)
Like the bread I’m taking from you, dog, you out of pocket, uh (You out of pocket, pull up, shoot)

[Chorus: Quavo & A Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh, pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up (Uh), pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Ah, pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh, uh, pick it up, uh)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah

[Verse 4: A Rocky]
I just put on for the set. pop my s*it like it’s tourettes
Pink hair rollers, Alo sweats, getting neck from Ms. Kodak
He was tough up on the ‘net, he was pu*sy when we met
She just DM me, direct, but I look better in the flesh
These ain’t no checkers, this chess, boy (Boy)
These LV checkers, not Vans, boy (Boy)
Say that lil’ s*it with your chest, boy (Boy)
Better run up a check or some bands, boy (Boy)
FL session with no VVS (Flawless)
That’s yo’ b!tch in all Chrome, VVS (Oh)
Call my phone with no mess or BS (Phone)
My n!ggas’ll kill you for less, boy (Boy, boy)
S*it, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, putting this d!ck in her, d!ck in her
Eat it up, lick it up, hang it up (Hey)
She wanna play with this d!ck, let her flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
She wanna kick with the kid while I’m killing her
Fill it up, pick it up
A couple months later, my kid gon’ be kicking her
Kicking her, kicking her, kicking her (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo & A Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Hahaha, fft, fft, 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