Live From The Gutta! Lyrics – DC The Don
Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee
Niggas OD, comin’ through blastin’ (Yeah)
Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, *** stop gassin’ (Yeah, yeah)
You ain’t really like that, blow your city up, *** start laughin’ (Haha)
Yeah, niggas too goofy, beat a *** ass, niggas old fashion (Yeah, yeah)
You are not goin’ ***, niggas not piped, DC everlasting (What?)
Reporting Live From The Gutta, niggas too lit, live broadcasting
What, woah, what, what?
Aye, hahaha
Hold on, posted up
My niggas really found yo’ crib and they posted up
.45’s in the back room on that dro ***
Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ ***, ***
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro
I’m next, bro, go check my escrow, that’s easy flex, ho
It don’t matter if you got a motherfuckin’ vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that’s instant death, bro
Yeah, *** what he say, he gettin’ peeled (Yuh)
You wanna race? A young *** dipped
I’m in that P100, that’s the deal (Yeah)
Like it’d get critical, ***
My young niggas still going digital, ***
Got a P.E. ***, it got physical, ***
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 *** gon’ whip a *** eggroll
This lil’ bitty *** got blessed (Yessir)
You better knuck if you buck
Lil ***, it’s up, a *** said so
Like I said, *** that boy, he a ***, 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, ***, I’m Ja Morant
Then I pull off, skrt, I might slide in a tank, ***, on gang
I just walked in, they like “There go Daij”
Like hold up, ***, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah)
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 ***
Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ ***, *** (What, what)
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro
I’m next, bro, go check my escrow, that’s easy flex, ho
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)
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 these VVS diamonds right up on my motherfuckin’ neck, watch a young *** ski on it
And she keep crawling back, I just *** and that’s that
I’m in the stu’ and I’m smoking on thrax
Hellcat all black, ***, yeah, hold up, get back, *** (What?)
You touching my style? Don’t do that, ***
And my ***, she a [?] she classic
I’m out back and I need me a bad ***, facts, *** (Woo)
Hold on, posted up (***)
My niggas really found yo’ crib and they posted up
.45’s in the back room on that dro *** (Aye)
Ain’t no surprise, I’m in the bathroom smokin’ ***, ***
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo’ head, bro (Yessir)
I’m next, bro, go check my escrow, that’s easy flex, ho
It don’t matter if you got a motherfuckin’ vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that’s instant death, bro