Correction Lyrics Live From The Gutta! (Demo 3) by DC The Don

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Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee
N***as OD, comin' through blastin' (Yeah)
Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, n***a stop ga**in' (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't really like that, blow your city up, n***a start laughin' (Haha, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, n***as too goofy, beat a n***a a**, n***as old fashion (Yeah, yeah)
You are not goin' n***a, n***as not piped, DC everlasting (What?)
Reporting Live From The Gutta, n***as too lit, live broadcasting (Yeah, Yeah)

What? Woah, what? What?
Ayy, hahaha

Hold on, posted up
My n***as 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*t*h
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro
I'm next, bro, go chеck my escrow, that's easy flex, ho
It don't mattеr if you got a motherf**kin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Gang)

Yeah, f**k what he say, he gettin' peeled (Yuh)
You wanna race? A young n***a dipped
I'm in that P100, that's the deal (Yeah)
Like it'd get critical, n***a
My young n***as still going digital, n***a
Got a P.E. b*t*h, it got physical, n***a
Send my young n***as out to get rid of you n***as
Um, like that's a bet, bro
I just got seven zeroes on my motherf**kin' check, bro
I'm really cashing out, my Chinese b*t*h gon' whip a n***a eggroll
This lil' bitty b*t*h got blessed (Yes, sir)
You better knuck if you buck
Lil b*t*h, it's up, a n***a said so
Like I said, f**k that boy, he a pu**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*t*h, I'm Shabba Ranks
Then I pull off, skrt, I might slide in a tank, n***a, on gang
I just walked in, they like "There go Daij"
Like hold up, b*t*h, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah)
Hold on, posted up (What?)
My n***as 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*t*h (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**kin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (What? What? What? What? Donny)

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**kin' neck, watch a young n***a ski on it
And she keep crawling back, I just f**k and that's that
I'm in the stu' and I'm smoking on thrax
Hellcat all black, b*t*h, yeah, hold up, get back, b*t*h (What?)
You taking my style? Give it back, b*t*h
And my b*t*h, she a shooter she a cla**ic
I'm a bad kid, I need me a bad b*t*h, facts, b*t*h (Woo)

Hold on, posted up (B*t*h)
My n***as 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*t*h
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**kin' vest, bro (Yeah)
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Boom)

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