DC The Don - Live From The Gutta! lyrics

Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee
Niggas OD, comin' through blastin' (Yeah)
Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated
Nigga stop gassin'
(Yeah, yeah)
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
(Yeah, yeah)
You are not goin' nigga, 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
Four sides 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
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
(Gang)

Yeah, fuck what he say
He gettin' peeled
(Yuh)
You wanna race? A young nigga dipped
I'm in that P100, that's the deal (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 (Yes, sir)
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
(Yeah)
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)

Hold on, posted up (What?)
My niggas really found yo' crib
And they posted up
(Skrrt)
Four sides 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
(Boom-boom-boom)
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
(What, what, what, what? Donny)

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 nigga ski on it
And she keep crawling back
I just fuck and that's that
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)

Hold on, posted up (Bitch)
My niggas really found yo' crib
And they posted up
Four sides 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
(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
(Yeah)
This headshot just pop him in
His face, that's instant death
Bro
(Boom)