What It Is
Lyrics
Yeah
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when you comin' in (yeah, yeah)
Make sure the door closed (make sure the locked)
I still get in loads, I know fat boy gon' get that dope sold (Akel)
I know two OG's, don't get respect, we heard they both told (they both rats)
My lil' brother don't say nothin', he just spray somethin', he don't nose on (nose on)
My lil' bro been locked up, fightin' two cases, may not come home
Lil' bro know I fuck around, go broke, 'cause I can't move on
I'ma keep on appealin' that shit, I done blew three mill' on that shit (yeah, yeah)
Lawyer talkin' 'bout coppin' a plea but I ain't feelin' that shit (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, they know us from hatin' on shit, 55 the militant clique
I been tryna quit then they just red and we go spinnin' again (brrt, brrt)
This shit ain't no secret even OT keep my ET (OT keep my gun)
I'm the one made opps clique up with police, they come get me (police, they come get me)
Slump a nigga over with this blower like he sleepy (blower)
Niggas drivin' be survivin', but the passengers be leakin'
Yeah
We got like two Dracs and four handguns inside this Cullinan (Cullinan)
Niggas say it's pussy's over there, he ain't talkin' 'bout none of us (never)
I was sellin' O's and them M's, I'ma run it up (frrtt, frrtt, frrtt, frrtt)
How you blow your bag on a bitch, 'fore you put your mama? (Skee)
I just flew my F&N and my choppa out to Louisville
Gee took me to new burb 'fore the deal, I know what it is, yeah (I know what it is)
Real street nigga, I don't know how to feel (I am)
I can help you get plaque or a hunnid thousand pills (yeah)
Told big bro, "You straight?", a nigga played, then we gon' do him in (played, then we gon' do him in)
Booted off an X and make a mess, knocked off they brother's limbs (booted off an X, yeah)
My lil' bitch a slime, she set up niggas, and I love her still (set up niggas, I lover her ass)
I fuck her so long, she say I better not take another pill (know I better not take a another)
Trappin', drop that action in the water, this bitch gotta swim
Ballin' like they draft me as a starter but I ain't touchin' rims
Say you want that smoke, we get to fillin' up the ozone (fillin' up the air, yeah)
Fuck around, see a minor with that iron in the rear zone (iron in the rear zone)
My big bro made millions off that ice, we call him Frozone (ice, ice, ice, ice)
Iced out my wrist like it was swollen from a broke bone (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
8:40 in the morning, I'm on Tubman, workin' both phones (I'ma get my trap on)
Quarter brick or fifth of pound of smoke, just got 'em both sold (I just got 'em both gone)
He thought we was country cappin', actin' like his dope strong (actin' like country cat, haha)
Send a nigga home without a dollar, but his dope gone (ran off on that lil' nigga)
Realest shit I heard was everybody shine together (shine together)
Bird control, I know bird fly in any weather
I just bought a Richard, half a million on a Wednesday (damn)
Bitch talkin' 'bout Benz (damn), nigga, the opps talkin' 'bout ending me (damn)
I keep that fire, so nevermind security (phew, phew)
Niggas talkin' 'bout paper, boy, I got that shit in jewelry
You may lose some blood (blood)
And I might need jury (jury, Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
'Bout that gangsta shit, I swear to God it ain't no fear in me (I am, frrtt)
Yeah, count that shit again (frrtt, frrtt)
Just thumbed through a couple mil', stacked it up in 10's (Akel, frrtt)
Writer(s): George Stone III, Mario Mims, Noah Davis, Allen M Kelly
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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