Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Is, artist - Est GeeDate of issue: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What It Is |
| My lil' bro been locked up, fightin' two cases, may not come |
| Lil' bro know I fuck around 'cause I can’t move on |
| I’ma keep on peelin' that shit, I done blew three mill' on that shit (Yeah, |
| yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) |
| Yeah, it ain’t no opps from, fifty-five the |
| Clique, I be tryna creep, these niggas, we gon' spin it again (Grr, grr) |
| Bitch, it ain’t no secret even OT keep my heat (OT keep my gun) |
| I’m the one made opps clique up with police, they come get me (Police, |
| they come get me) |
| Slap a nigga over with this blow like he sleepy (Blow like die) |
| Driver’ll be survivin', but the passengers be leakin' |
| Yeah |
| We got like two Dracs and four handguns inside this Cullinan (Cullinan) |
| Niggas say it’s, he ain’t talking '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 momma? |
| (Skee) |
| I just flew my F&N and my choppa out the Louis V |
| 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 brothers (Booted off an X, |
| yeah) |
| My lil' bitch a slime, she set up niggas, 'cause I love to steal (Send them, |
| I love her, ayy) |
| 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, bitch, you 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 man with the iron in the rear zone (Iron in the rear zone) |
| My bitch 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, 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 cat, 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 mill' on the wrist (Damn) |
| Talking 'bout bands (Damn), nigga, the opps talk about hittin' me (Damn) |
| I keep that fire, so nevermind security (Phew, phew) |
| Told my 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 stunt, threw a couple mills, stacked it up in tens (Akel, frrtt) |