What It Is? What It Ain't?
Shay T, We in here
Ah, Big Grime
Aye Jijo, you made this?
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line, I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line, I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
Make the work disappear like magic
It's a drought so you know I'm taxing
Since a young-in mane a nigga been having
Whole lotta drums around me
Like a nigga at the classic (Aye)
Wyo4?
Don't step on my shoes
She gone off X, she in here getting loose
When we get home, I'm knocking her boots
Than kick ha ass out
Like bitch who are you?
You know what's the deal
I'm pimp lil brother
And these hoes ain't shit, so I can't love em
Gotta keep dat shit P' no we can't cuddle
Yea bitch you got played
Go tell your brother
Soon as he come for me
The nigga in trouble
Gotta get up and get it
I need some new money
I got enough partners
Don't need nomo homies
Cuz these niggas be junky
And looking like Zombies
No josin, go play with ya momma
Say it's up, we gone put the bitch under
So keep ts cool this summer
If I bust this foe Nick
It's gone sound like thunder (Aye)
These niggas be cap, They lying in them raps
Ain't never got active or sold out the trap
You act like a bitch, than you bound to get slapped
If yo name on the house
You can put the hoe out
High as fuck, I'm smoking exotic
This jiggle, got me out of my body
ABK, nigga fuck what you hollering
GSB, we go body for body
High as fuck, I'm smoking exotic
This jiggle, got me out of my body
ABK, nigga fuck what you hollering
GSB, we go body for body (Aye)
Diss on the gang, get turnt to a slave
I ain't in jail but I keep on a chain
Mr. Put ts on, they knowing my name
You ain't Fresh Azimiz, bow wow with the braids
Diss on the gang, get turnt to a slave
I ain't in jail but I keep on a chain
Mr. Put ts on, they knowing my name
You ain't Fresh Azimiz, bow wow with the braids
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
Ah, Big Grime
Aye Jijo, you made this?
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line, I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line, I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
Make the work disappear like magic
It's a drought so you know I'm taxing
Since a young-in mane a nigga been having
Whole lotta drums around me
Like a nigga at the classic (Aye)
Wyo4?
Don't step on my shoes
She gone off X, she in here getting loose
When we get home, I'm knocking her boots
Than kick ha ass out
Like bitch who are you?
You know what's the deal
I'm pimp lil brother
And these hoes ain't shit, so I can't love em
Gotta keep dat shit P' no we can't cuddle
Yea bitch you got played
Go tell your brother
Soon as he come for me
The nigga in trouble
Gotta get up and get it
I need some new money
I got enough partners
Don't need nomo homies
Cuz these niggas be junky
And looking like Zombies
No josin, go play with ya momma
Say it's up, we gone put the bitch under
So keep ts cool this summer
If I bust this foe Nick
It's gone sound like thunder (Aye)
These niggas be cap, They lying in them raps
Ain't never got active or sold out the trap
You act like a bitch, than you bound to get slapped
If yo name on the house
You can put the hoe out
High as fuck, I'm smoking exotic
This jiggle, got me out of my body
ABK, nigga fuck what you hollering
GSB, we go body for body
High as fuck, I'm smoking exotic
This jiggle, got me out of my body
ABK, nigga fuck what you hollering
GSB, we go body for body (Aye)
Diss on the gang, get turnt to a slave
I ain't in jail but I keep on a chain
Mr. Put ts on, they knowing my name
You ain't Fresh Azimiz, bow wow with the braids
Diss on the gang, get turnt to a slave
I ain't in jail but I keep on a chain
Mr. Put ts on, they knowing my name
You ain't Fresh Azimiz, bow wow with the braids
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
What it is? What it ain't?
Young rich nigga going hard in the paint
Get in my feelings when I pour up drank
Get outta line I'll leave yo ass stank
Aye, Aye
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Writer(s): Anthony Clark Jr., Anthony Clark Jr,
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