DC The Don - Break You lyrics

Hello? I'm in the studio right now
I'ma call you back the fuck?
Oh yeah, damn a-A-Astro got it runnin'
Ayy

She said, "I like you considerably
DC, can you tell me 'bout your history?
I like your vibes, but you really a mystery
Like, where do you come from?
What's your true identity?"
'Member first time I met you I was jittery
Yeah, I kept that shit cool
I was crushin' subliminally
Told you come over, gave me a delivery
Yeah, I called you three times
And I did it deliberately
Yeah, you used to bump slaps
On my fuckin' auxiliary
Yeah, who is this person? I miss you
It's killin' me
Bought a whole thing of wine
I'ma drown in my misery
I can't wait 'til the day that
I catch me a victory (yeah)
Watch this, baby, I ain't tryna be a prophet
But you need to go make you a profit
'Cause really, and truly, I'm not shit
Oh shit

Smokin' on that cookie
Got me movin' too loosely
Took a bag, too groovy
Wakin' up on the wrong side of bed, I'm moody
Shawty gon' give me that head, that booty
What's this you got in
Your pants? That toolie eyes rollin' back
I ain't watchin' the movies with my baby
I swear I don't fuck with these groupies
Ice in the dark, that's me
Push it to start, that's key (Ayy)
Peek-a boo, keep me a stick
Had to put a Patek on my wrist
I know these niggas ain't flexin' like this
See I'm from the Mil', so I had to go ship
It's a VV in my mouth, I lisp
Pringle my check
'cause I stack 'em like this

Nigga tried the whole fuckin' gang
We callin' it caution, awesome
Boom, boom, boom, pop out that choppa
Exhausting
Put his mark ass in a motherfuckin' coffin
Next to his momma, his brother, his sister
I'ma fuck your main bitch, rest in peace
They gon' miss you
I keep Gianni, all on my slippers
He talk behind me, we finna lift you, yeah
Broke boy, early bird wins
I'm stackin' my digit, my digit
Stand on my money, I'm tall as the ceiling
Stand on your money, you short as a midget
Feel like I'm Jada, I'm finna Pinkett
He got some syrup, bet I won't sip it
I heard that shit leave you stupid and lifted
On some new shit I ain't changing my pivot
Nigga tried to steal my song
Just off a motherfuckin' snippet
Watch your baby, , shit gets explicit
Cut the opp put his ass on a skillet
Give me that pack, give me that
Pack, give me that pack
I just need a minute we know you won't last
We know that shit trash
'Cause really your whole life
A motherfuckin' gimmick
In a Nascar, I'ma push to the limit
You really can't hang with us
Shawty too timid
Yeah, I pull through your hood, yeah
I gave it a visit really in real life that
Shit was all crickets
Typical, typical, yeah, boy I get it
You wasn't ready for shit to get wicked
I own all your shit so I'm leaving a ticket
Need your soul
All your shit and your motherfuckin' spirit
Why you waste, all this time?
For my heart to take, when it's not mine
She sad, "Boy, where you at?"
Yeah, I'm on that time
To be honest, that shit is not fine
Phone call was shorter than a fucking' Vine
Got on a lease without
Getting co-signed, yeah, yeah
Truly I've been trying to save you
I'm too unstable, baby, I'm a break you
And this life will either make
You or shape you
So which one you gon' wait to?
Just make that shit and shake too

She said, "I like you considerably
DC, can you tell me 'bout your history?
I like your vibes, but you really a mystery
Like, where do you come from?
What's your true identity?"
'Member first time I met you I was jittery
Yeah, I kept that shit cool
I was crushin' subliminally
Told you come over, gave me a delivery
Yeah, I called you three times
And I did it deliberately
Yeah, you used to bump slaps
On my fuckin' auxiliary
Yeah, who is this person? I miss you
It's killin' me
Bought a whole thing of wine
I'ma drown in my misery
I can't wait 'til the day that
I catch me a victory
Watch this, baby, I ain't tryna be a prophet
But you need to go make you a profit
'Cause really, and truly, I'm not shit
Oh shit

Watch this, baby, I ain't tryna be a prophet
But you need to go make you a profit
'Cause really, and truly, I'm not shit
Oh shit