I Is That
MarsGawd with another one
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (bitch, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
And I still dog these hoes
And I still don't like niggas, like I beat they one
I'ma dog, two pitbulls inside my home
Lame pieces, it's diamonds, that's one out of one
Ion' like to argue with her, but the bitch she be trippin'
She be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pippin, ain't slippin'
When a ho make me made, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She can bring me McDonalds, she know I ain't trippin'
I been that lil' nigga, I'm straight out the slump
Smokin' spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day, we be getting at sum'
In the house I'ma keep me a hunna' on hundred
For a stick I bought baba lil' brotha' a drum
I did that, paid my brother lawyer, for to beat the case
I did that, stayed down, stacked that money 'til I made a way
I did that, fuck these raps, I'ma kill all of these lil' niggas
Bitch I is that, fuck these niggas, go spin puss' ass nigga
Bet not spin back
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
I wait outside of the store, he gone hand me his chrome
Try steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home
He's breaking they window and then I get in it (huh)
Fuck on that hoe from the back 'til I'm feeling her bone
Get in and I get in there
And no effort on songs, I'm up in my zone
And these niggas they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bronem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, old wack ass nigga
Big money, Big B, that's me, big, blood no C, they ain't my cartier lens lil' nigga
He say if somebody snatch his chain
He be claiming that he gon' do this and he gon' do that
That nigga a hoe, when they reach for his neck
He ain't let of the strap, he just went to the ground
I'm in the North, where my mom and them at
That same set I sold a thousand somethin' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan bringing a karma van
Slime ass nigga, wack a dead ass man
Young ass nigga go stick up the stan
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwing my hands
I did that
Run me a forty up on 'em, then forty put on 'em, you know that I did that
Lil' shawty from Houston I sent that lil' hoe twenty-thousand
She ask why I did that
I told her I'm feeling her vibe and I'm liking her body, that lil' bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back (yeah, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (bitch, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
And I still dog these hoes
And I still don't like niggas, like I beat they one
I'ma dog, two pitbulls inside my home
Lame pieces, it's diamonds, that's one out of one
Ion' like to argue with her, but the bitch she be trippin'
She be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pippin, ain't slippin'
When a ho make me made, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She can bring me McDonalds, she know I ain't trippin'
I been that lil' nigga, I'm straight out the slump
Smokin' spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day, we be getting at sum'
In the house I'ma keep me a hunna' on hundred
For a stick I bought baba lil' brotha' a drum
I did that, paid my brother lawyer, for to beat the case
I did that, stayed down, stacked that money 'til I made a way
I did that, fuck these raps, I'ma kill all of these lil' niggas
Bitch I is that, fuck these niggas, go spin puss' ass nigga
Bet not spin back
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
I wait outside of the store, he gone hand me his chrome
Try steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home
He's breaking they window and then I get in it (huh)
Fuck on that hoe from the back 'til I'm feeling her bone
Get in and I get in there
And no effort on songs, I'm up in my zone
And these niggas they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bronem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, old wack ass nigga
Big money, Big B, that's me, big, blood no C, they ain't my cartier lens lil' nigga
He say if somebody snatch his chain
He be claiming that he gon' do this and he gon' do that
That nigga a hoe, when they reach for his neck
He ain't let of the strap, he just went to the ground
I'm in the North, where my mom and them at
That same set I sold a thousand somethin' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan bringing a karma van
Slime ass nigga, wack a dead ass man
Young ass nigga go stick up the stan
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwing my hands
I did that
Run me a forty up on 'em, then forty put on 'em, you know that I did that
Lil' shawty from Houston I sent that lil' hoe twenty-thousand
She ask why I did that
I told her I'm feeling her vibe and I'm liking her body, that lil' bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back (yeah, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Joshua Francilie Joseph, Thomas Horton, Jason Goldberg, Bradley Jeremy Shermane Jr
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