Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What It Is , by - Young Dro. Release date: 26.06.2006
Song language: English
What It Is |
| Are you a killa? |
| What it is Oh Yeah, What it is Drug dealer, what it is Young player, ridin’s hard |
| I just wanna sit up in the air |
| Get high, I just wanna be up in the air |
| I’m in the air (come down) |
| Ain’t comin down (why?) |
| Up here dammit (where?) |
| Ain’t comin down (please) |
| Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town |
| I’m a killa too, |
| Killin bitches in town |
| Chevy with the beat down |
| Make you spin around |
| I could fishtail |
| Off Fishdale |
| Ask the niggas over there |
| If i’m the shit there |
| I don’t tolerate |
| My Impala great |
| Bring the top out |
| Bet I discombobulate |
| I’m a tough nigga |
| You a fucked nigga |
| See me in the club all prodded up nigga |
| I got a semi too |
| My whole penny do I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh |
| Give to Lapia |
| And caviar for dinner too |
| Mafia as a mother fucka |
| Don’t make me have to get at you |
| I blow a hundered shots |
| A nigga puff into two |
| My car actually |
| Really walk a factory |
| Ice look like rasberry |
| It’d be hard to try and tackle me Nigga I’m a killa i suggest you don’t come after me Bitch I’ll be in Collipark |
| Plus I’ll on Mcafee |
| Bankhead faculty |
| Boy you need to rap with me Come and talk to me Before I open up your cavity |
| Shots come rapidly |
| I told you not to mess with me I don’t play with little boys |
| You tryin to Michael Jackson me? |
| Lord nigga ridin the air fantastically |
| Til their daddy kill somethin else |
| I put my rims up Actually, car flop purple when the sun come |
| When they get done with that thing |
| It’ll look Dro won |
| Mink coat |
| Shit polar bear |
| Hoes over here |
| Hoes over there |
| I’m about to take flight |
| I’m goin in the air |
| Candy with the gloss |
| I’m about to lift it out |
| Can’t you see someone on me you don’t like |
| And then lick it out |
| We don’t need to look at a town |
| We rip em off |
| My wrist folded |
| Forget how much tip costs |
| Buy a hundered k i don’t wanna play |
| Young Dro rides hard in the summer day |
| Sellin dope, it’d be giant in my mama’s day |
| Bad hoes get treated like runaways |
| Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today |
| Go and say how my cut look like egg yolk |
| I keep two with me all in the bed though |
| My money fed though |
| It’s Grand Hustle bread boy |
| We got 28 inches in the air |
| What you scared for? |