WHAT IT IS
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Yeah
What it is, nigga?
(W-W-W-Woosley on the beat)
(Tay Keith)
Bet it stay on the, ayy
What it is, nigga?
Pussy nigga hatin' but that's just what it is, nigga
You ain't ready for this street shit, stay in the crib, nigga
Don't try the shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (Huh?)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga
Clutch a bag, please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga
No cap, I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap
Ain't with that social distancin', I don't beef on no app
Hundred plays back-to-back, bitch, we can go rack for rack
Front line with that dog, bitch, I feel like Cracka Jack
I can make this cheese flip, somethin' like an acrobat
Real trapper, only drug dealers in my habitat
In the kitchen like a chemist
Shawty freaked out, get on that drink and she ain't got no limits
I'm debatin', should I hit the booth or go and hit the trenches?
When I kick the door down, guarantee we knockin' off the hinges
Ayy, bro, don't make me dumb out
None of these niggas don't be outside, they barely even come out
Don't go off love, we go off loyalty, that shit hard to come by
Nigga say he gon' take what from who? Tell him come try
'Fore I let one of you niggas test my life, a nigga gon' die
Y'all know he ain't rap or nothin', I know he'll never miss
Got a bitch I only fuck, I don't think we'll ever kiss
I be lookin' for that Wock', I don't even care for Tris
Blow a nigga candles out, tell him go and make a wish, nigga
What it is, nigga?
Pussy nigga hatin' but that's just what it is, nigga
You ain't ready for this street shit, stay in the crib, nigga
Don't try the shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (Huh?)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga
Clutch a bag, please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga
No cap, I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap
Ain't with that social distancin', I don't beef on no app
No, I don't beef on no apps
Foenem caught that rappin'-ass nigga, made him run laps
We fold niggas like laptop
Never heard 'bout headtop? Now I know the feds out
I'ma stick to rap while foenem beatin' down the trap
Get in my way, you gettin' clapped
Leave your brains all in your lap
Tell 'em free my brothers now
We knock shit up off the map
I don't smoke J, what a nigga 'bout?
You feel the fent and nigga clap
Put him to rest, I ain't talkin' now
That ARP came with some tears, Glock 22 came with a dick
They ain't jail Gen shit, they dawg died, I know they pissed
Still ain't get back for that bitch
They made me mad, I swing the switch
I'ma slide before a diss
I bet I hit before I miss
Think 'bout the guys and reminisce
Load up, get behind that tint
If he ain't gang, then he a lick
Police on a nigga dick, they say I'm on the way to rich
But I won't never leave my stick, nigga can't try me like no bitch
They know I ain't goin' for shit
Think I'm sweet? Come test, bitch
And that's just what it is, nigga?
Pussy nigga hatin' but that's just what it is, nigga
You ain't ready for this street shit, stay in the crib, nigga
Don't try the shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (Huh?)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga
Clutch a bag, please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga
No cap, I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap
Ain't with that social distancin', I don't beef on no app