Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live From The Gutta!, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live From The Gutta! |
| 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 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 |
| 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 (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) |
| 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 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 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 |
| And my bitch, she a she classic |
| 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 |
| .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 (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 |