Lyrics Live From The Gutta! - DC The Don

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