What It Is

Lyrics

[Intro] YB On The Beat Huh (huh), gang (HB) Fat Trel, man you know what the fuck it do Hold up [Verse] My youngins just comin' to kill (kill) My bitch on a blunt and a pill (pill) I'm pourin' my drink out the seal (seal) My homie keep tellin' me chill (chill) I want that money forever (forever) I had to get it together (I had to get it together) And that bitch gon' do what I tell her (tell her) I think that shit for the better (shit for the better) I wanna whip in the Wraith (Wraith) I wanna pour up an eight (skirt) I wanna make me a play, fuck it, I'ma just go out of state (go outta state) I'ma pull up with the K (K) I let it shoot at your face We done been trappin' for days, yeahj We done been at it for days, yeah I want the profit, I just finished shopping at Gucci and Louis, it's poppin' (it's poppin') She on my dick 'cause she see all the diamonds, I'm shinin,' she know that I got it (I got it) I just pulled up on the oppers, I promise they told me they don't want no problems (no problems) I'ma still get it, then whip it, then flip it, then send it right back to the shottas (back to the shottas) I just turned one into two, and then two into three, and I do it for chief (chief) She suckin' dick in the back of the whip and she only gon' do it for Gleesh (mwah) I'ma keep reppin' the set for whatever's left, and do it to death (to death) I'ma pull up with the TEC and shoot at your chest, I want the respect (boom boom) I'ma come through with the kid, fuck doin' the bid, I come where you live (live) If he owe me money I come and confront him like fuck it, 'cause that's what it is (that's what it is) And if that bitch jam, I go in my pants, I'm comin' back out with the shit (comin' back out with the shit) Just me and my man, take over the land, with xans and duckin' the pigs (pigs) Wait, blow out the lid (lid) Pull up and get you a bid (bid) Pull up too late and I left (I left) I whip up the dough like a chef (what else) You better have you a vest (a vest) This money I probably invest (invest) It's funny I used to collect (whatever) I'm fuckin' my bitch on a jet (muah) She told me I need to relax (relax) I told her she needed a bag (a bag) She told me she needed a plan B, I told her she needed a cab (a cab) I'm only in love with the cash (cash) The money is comin' so fast (so fast) I see the police on my ass, how long is this shit gonna last? (last) I'm rollin', I hope I don't crash (crash) It's Miami Heat on the tags (tags) I keep me a Glock in the stash (stash) I'm whippin' this bitch like a Jag (Jag) I'm mixin' Patrón with the Rémy (Remy), I walk on the beach with the semi It's me and PT, we got plenty (got plenty) My bitch just pulled up in a Hemi (skirt) You niggas been playin' it fifty (fifty) My niggas just keep it one hundred (one hundred) I purchase the work and you fronted (fronted) I promise we got it, you want it (you want it) But still I just stunt it and I done it (I done it) Pour out the rosé, I don't want it (don't want it) Pull up on the oppers, we huntin' (huntin') My youngins'll kill you for nothin' (for nothin') She said it was wet but it wasn't (wasn't) He said it would jump but it doesn't (it doesn't) The work comin' fresh out the oven (the oven) I'm fuckin' this bitch and her cousin (muah) I walk in the trap and it's pubbin' (It's pubbin') He want it, I told him I'm comin' (I'm comin') These choppers he better be runnin' (be runnin') On my mama he better be runnin', yeah [Outro] Choppers he better be runnin' (be runnin') On my mama he better be runnin' (be runnin') On my mama he better be runnin', yeah Yeah, choppers he better be runnin' (be runnin') Choppers he better be runnin' (be runnin') On my mama he better be runnin', yeah