Dc the don – Live from the gutta

Live from the gutta
Live from the gutta

Part I]

 

[Verse]

Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee

Niggas OD, comin’ through blastin’

Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, nigga stop gassin’

You ain’t really like that, blow your city up, nigga start laughin’ (Haha)

Yeah, niggas too goofy, beat a nigga ass, niggas old fashion

You are not goin’ nigga, niggas not piped, DC everlasting (What?)

Reporting Live From The Gutta, niggas too lit, live broadcasting

 

[Part II]

 

[Intro]

What, woah, what, what

Aye, hahaha

 

[Chorus]

Hold on, posted up

My niggas really found yo’ crib and they posted up

.45’s in the back room on that dro shit

Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ dope, bitch

Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro, I’m next, bro

Go check my [?], that’s easy flex, hoe

It don’t matter if you got a motherfuckin’ vest, bro

This headshot just pop him in his face, that’s instant death, bro

 

[Verse 1]

Yeah, fuck what he say, he gettin’ peeled (Yuh)

You wanna race? A young nigga dipped

I’m in that [?] (Yeah)

Like it’d get critical, nigga

My young niggas still going digital, nigga

Got a P.E. bitch, it got physical, nigga

Send my young niggas out to get rid of you niggas

Um, like that’s a bet, bro

I just got seven zeroes on my motherfuckin’ check, bro

I’m really cashing out, my Chinese bitch gon’ whip a nigga eggroll

This lil’ bitty bitch got blessed (Yessir)

You better knuck if you buck

Lil bitch, it’s up, a nigga said so

Like I said, fuck that boy, he a pussy, he tryna start fights with the gang

I’m a demon, lil’ bro, we are nowhere the same

I woke up and I’m running straight, right to the bank

I got gold on my body, bitch, I’m Ja Morant

Then I pull off, skrt, I might slide in a tank, nigga, on gang

I just walked in, they like “There go Daij”

Like hold up, bitch, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah)

 

[Chorus]

Hold on, posted up (What)

My niggas really found yo’ crib and they posted up (Skrt)

.45’s in the back room on that dro shit

Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ dope, bitch (What, what)

Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro, I’m next, bro

Go check my [?], that’s easy flex, hoe

It don’t matter if you got a motherfuckin’ vest, bro

This headshot just pop him in his face, that’s instant death, bro (Aye)

 

[Verse 2]

I don’t gotta trip ’bout no check ’cause I know that I’m really up (Yuh)

Go ask Brandon, we just made a milli’, huh (Let’s go)

We in Hollywood hills, what’s the dealie, bruh? (Yuh)

Like if there’s a list of the greats, I’ma be on it

I got a brand new Hellcat with a D on it

I got them VVs diamonds right up on my motherfuckin’ neck, watch a young nigga ski on it

[?] keep rolling back, [?]

I’m in the stu’ and I’m smoking on thrax

Hellcat all black, bitch, yeah, hold up, get back, bitch (What?)

You touching my style? Don’t do that, bitch

[?]

I’m out back and I need me a bad bitch, facts, bitch (Woo)

 

[Chorus]

Hold on, posted up (Bitch)

My niggas really found yo’ crib and they posted up

.45’s in the back room on that dro shit (Aye)

Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ dope, bitch

Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro, I’m next, bro (Yessir)

Go check my [?], that’s easy flex, hoe

It don’t matter if you got a motherfuckin’ vest, bro

This headshot just pop him in his face, that’s instant death, bro

 

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