What It Is (Explicit) - EST Gee/Yo Gotti
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Mario Mims/Noah Davis/Allen M Kelly
Composed by：George Stone III/Mario Mims/Noah Davis/Allen M Kelly
Yeah
Lil' Trebble made the beat
He only had to play it once
Close that door when we come in
N***a
Yeah
Yeah
Make sure the door closed
Make sure the door locked
I still get in loads
I know fat boy gon' get that d**e sold
AKel
I knew two OGs
Don't get respect
We heard they both told
They both rats
My lil' bruh don't say nothin'
He just spray somethin'
You don't know Zone
Know Zone
My lil' bro been locked up
fightin' two cases
May not come home
Lil' bro know I f**k around
Go broke 'cause I can't move on
I'ma keep appealin' that s**t
I done blew three mill' on that s**t
Lawyer talk 'bout coppin' a plea
But I ain't feelin' that s**t
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
They know us from hittin' on s**t
55
The militant clique
I be tryna and we go spinnin' again
Grr
Grr
This s**t 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 n***a over with this blower like he sleepy
Blower
N***as drivin'
Be survivin'
But the passengers be leakin'
Yeah
We got like two Dracs and four handguns inside this Cullinan
Cullinan
N***as say it's pussies over there
You ain't talking 'bout none of us
Never
I was sellin' O's and them M's
I'ma run it up
Frrtt
Frrtt
Frrtt
Frrtt
How you blow your bag on a b***h '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 n***a
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 n***a 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' b***h a slime
She set up n***as
And I love a steal
Set up n***as
I love her a*s
I f**k her so long
She say I better not take another pill
Know I better not take a another
Trappin'
Drop that action in the water
This b***h gotta swim
Ballin' like they draft me as a starter
But I ain't touchin' rims
Say you want that smoke
We get to fillin' up the ozone
fillin' up the air
Yeah
F**k 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
Workin' 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
Cappin'
Actin' like his d**e strong
Actin' like we country
Haha
Send a n***a home without a dollar
But his d**e gone
Ran off on that n***a
Realest s**t 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
D**n
B***h talkin' 'bout bands
D**n
N***a
The opps talk about end me
D**n
I keep that fire
So nevermind security
Pew
Pew
N***as talkin' 'bout paper
Boy
I got that s**t 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 s**t
I swear to God
It ain't no fear in me
I am
Frrtt
Yeah
Count that s**t again
Frrtt
Frrtt
Just thumbed threw a couple mill'
Stacked it up in tens
AKel
Frrtt
