Live From The Gutta! DC The Don

[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, let's go, let's go)
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 (Yeah, Yeah)

[Part II]

[Intro]
What? Woah, what? What?
Ayy, 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 motherfuckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Gang)