Live From The Gutta! Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
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

[Part II]

[Intro]
What, woah, what, what?
Aye, hahaha

[Chorus]
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 motherf*ckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Gang)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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, f*ck that boy, he a p*ssy, 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)

[Chorus]
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 motherf*ckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (What, what, what, what? Donny)
[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 black ‘cat with a D on it
I got these VVS diamonds right up on my motherf*ckin' neck, watch a young nigga ski on it
And she keep crawling back, I just f*ck 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 shooter she a classic
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
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 motherf*ckin' vest, bro (Yeah)
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Boom)

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