Live From The Gutta! lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
Yeah, Ferragamo white tee
n*ggas OD, comin' through blastin' (Yeah)
Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, n*gga, stop gassin' (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't really like that, blow your city up, n*gga start laughin' (Haha, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, n*ggas too goofy, beat a n*gga ass, n*ggas old-fashion (Yeah, yeah)
You are not goin', n*gga, n*ggas not piped, DC everlasting (What?)
Reporting live from the gutta', n*ggas too lit, live broadcasting (Yeah, Yeah)

[Part II]

[Intro]
What? Woah, what? What?
Ayy, hahaha

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up
My n*ggas really found yo' crib, and they posted up
Four sides in the back room on that dro' sh*t
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, b*tch
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 n*gga dipped
I'm in that P100, that's the deal (Yeah)
Like it'd get critical, n*gga
My young n*ggas still going digital, n*gga
Got a P.E. b*tch, it got physical, n*gga
Send my young n*ggas out to get rid of you n*ggas
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 b*tch gon' whip a n*gga eggroll
This lil' bitty b*tch got blessed (Yes, sir)
You better knuck if you buck
Lil' b*tch, it's up, a n*gga said so
Like I said, f*ck that boy, he a pus*y, 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, b*tch, I'm Shabba Ranks
Then I pull off, skrrt, I might slide in a tank, n*gga, on gang
I just walked in, they like, "There go Daij"
Like hold up, b*tch, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up (What?)
My n*ggas really found yo' crib, and they posted up (Skrrt)
Four sides in the back room on that dro' sh*t
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, b*tch (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 n*gga 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, b*tch, yeah, hold up, get back, b*tch (What?)
You taking my style? Give it back, b*tch
And my b*tch, she a shooter, she a classic
I'm a bad kid, I need me a bad b*tch, facts, b*tch (Woo)

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up (b*tch)
My n*ggas really found yo' crib, and they posted up
Four sides in the back room on that dro' sh*t (Ayy)
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, b*tch
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)