Lyrics What It Is - Est Gee, Yo Gotti

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)