CAN YOU BREATHE? DC The Don

[Intro: DC The Don]
Hoo
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah
Hoo

[Verse: DC The Don]
She know I'm a sick fuck, smash her head while I’m gettin' my dick sucked (Yeah)
She in love with them rich niggas, that's just what she gon’ do for a quick buck (Yeah)
Put that bitch in a body bag and write my name on it then it's zipped up (Yeah)
I'ma fuck on your bestie, I'll have a hard time pickin' which one (Fuck these niggas)
She think I'm a schizophrenic 'cause I spazzed out and told her, "Guess what?"
I just fucked on a white ho to play my black hand and threw my fist up (What the fuck?)
Might fuck around and crash the whole party (Alive no more)
Still wildin', still wildin’, still wildin’ (Alive no more)
They better not ever invite me to the Met Gala (Uh, uh)
Told Dominique I might pull up and shoot the whole party (Woo, yeah)
'Cause I don’t feel alive no more
I don't feel alive no more (Yeah)
Yeah, I don't feel alive no more (Hoo)
Cut up my tool, we got beams in the whip, it's like three in the back, take you a pic’ (Woo, woo, go)
Uh, add this lil' ho to the causality list, we kept bodies on bodies, it ain't making sense (Hey, hey, hey)
Uh, open the door and just slam on that bitch
And that G-Wagon big body swervin' and shit (Yeah, yeah)
If I crash in this ho, it's on purpose, lil' bitch
I got problems you making me nervous and shit (Yeah)
Take her back to the hood where the murders exist
You can follow me, just watch your step, we gon' be ok