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dc the don - live from the gutta! (demo 2) 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)
[?] he not from the mill
by the time [?] he not from the eastside, you can get drilled
he really a big mouse [?]
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
[?] venom plate f+ck what a n+gga say
can tell he been afraid {?] on the interstate
you ain’t come from [?} out the way 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
h+llcat 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 (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)
[outro]
yeah, pop him in his sh+t
back on my sh+t!

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