What It Is?

I just don't understand
Baby, understand that I'm just married to the dead
Wait, now what you say
Baby, understand that I'm just married to the dead, like

What it is, like what the fuck
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuffed
You can't get a inch of this paper, baby, what
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks
I got them papercuts on my thumb

Shuffle a bitch just like I'm Gambit, addict
Lean all in my cup
Momma knowin' that she raised a savage
I was a demon from the jump
Okay, like you claim that you know me
Baby, you don't even know me
Knock a rapper top right off the top like he Mick Foley

Got a creep from the dead end live one sir
Don't care so then I spoke it
That little ho say she wouldn't love me
My heart got a hole in it, controllin' it
Sippin' on so much drink that I got motion sick
One phone call to Tank, we leave it blank
It's nice to know you, friend
Fuck your bitch, make her say uh
Boy, you know you ain't shit
Like he claim he an opp but he's too broke to even know the nigga

What it is, like what the fuck
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuffed
You can't get a inch of this paper, baby, what
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks
I got them papercuts on my thumb

What it is, like what the fuck
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuffed
You can't get a inch of this paper, baby, what
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks
I got them papercuts on my thumb

Okay, I'm high and I'm still on ten
Pop a X pill now I feel dead
Drop a God damn opp when another damn shot
Now that fuck nigga better be dead
Lil' mama she put it on her shoulder
Knowing I'm old enough for her uncle
Give her a double dose of this dick
Like perc ten, man, she want one

Okay, like Batman, bitch, I'm off of it
Lookin' at the ground, where my coffin is
Talk to the dead, my alter twin
Pint of the Wock', my starter kit
Switch up the play like an audible
Body count, man, I slaughter hoes
Make it go 'round like a 'round a go
Money too big, can't stand for bro
Gotta sing to the hoes like I'm Jodessy
Funny how the dumb thot notice me
Okay, like she claim that she bad
But she too broke to even notice me, like

What it is, like what the fuck
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuffed
You can't get a inch of this paper, baby, what
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks
I got them papercuts on my thumb

What it is, like what the fuck
I came in this bitch, I'm on two cups, now I'm stuffed
You can't get a inch of this paper, baby, what
Ever since I'm thumbing through them stacks
I got them papercuts on my thumb



Credits
Writer(s): James Duval, Isaiah Rivera, Victor Estefan
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