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What It Is (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

What It Is (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: Bigger Than Life Or Death - 2021)


Yeah
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when we come in, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Make sure the door closed (Make sure the door locked)
I still get in loads, I know fat boy gon' get that dope sold (AKel)

I knew two OGs, don't get respect, we heard they both told (They both rats)
My lil' bruh don't say nothing, he just spray something, you don't know Zone? (Know Zone)

My lil' bro been locked up, fighting two cases, may not come home
Lil' bro know I fuck around, go broke 'cause I can't move on
I'ma keep appealing that shit, I done blew three mill' on that shit
Lawyer talk 'bout copping a plea, but I ain't feeling that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Yeah, they know us from hitting on shit, 55, the militant clique
I be tryna [?] and we go spinning again (Grr, grr)
This shit ain't no secret, even OT keep my [?] (OT keep my gun)
I'm the one made opps clique up with police, they couldn't beat me (Police, they couldn't beat me)
Slump a nigga over with this blower like he sleepy (Blower)
Niggas driving, be surviving, but the passengers be leaking

Yeah
We got like two Dracs and four handguns inside this Cullinan (Cullinan)
Niggas say it's pussies over there, you ain't talking 'bout none of us (Never)
I was selling 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 up? (Skee)
I just flew my F&N and my choppa out to Louisville
Gee took me to Newburg 'fore the deal, I know what it is, yeah (What it is, yeah)
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 play, then we gon' do him in (Played, then we gon' do him in)
Booted off that X and make a mess, knocked off they brothers' limbs (Booted off that X, yeah)
My lil' bitch a slime, she set up niggas, and I love a steal (Set up niggas, I love her ass)
I fuck her so long, she say I better not take another pill (Know I better not take a another)
Trapping, drop that action in the water, this bitch gotta swim
Balling like they draft me as a starter, but I ain't touching rims
Say you want that smoke, we get to filling up the ozone (Filling up the air, yeah)
Fuck around, see [?] with that iron in the red zone (Iron in the red zone)
My big bro make 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 Tubman, working both phones (I'ma get my trap on)
Quarter brick or if it a pound of smoke, just got 'em both sold (I just got 'em both gone)
He thought we was country, capping, acting like his dope strong (Acting like we country, haha)
Send a nigga home without a dollar, but his dope gone (Ran off on that nigga)

Realest shit I heard was everybody shine together (Shine together)
Bird control, I know birds fly in any weather
I just bought a Richard, half a mill' on a Wednesday (Damn)
Bitch talking 'bout bands (Damn), nigga, the opps talk about end me (Damn)
I keep that fire, so nevermind security (Pew, pew)
Niggas talking 'bout paper, boy, I got that shit in jewelry
You may lose some blood (Blood), and I may need a 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 thumbed threw a couple mill', stacked it up in tens (AKel, frrtt)

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