it is what it is (Explicit) - Big Sean/Gunna
Lyrics by：Sean Anderson/Theo Coakley/Sergio Kitchens
Composed by：Sean Anderson/Theo Coakley/Sergio Kitchens
Produced by：Turbo/Omar Grand
Yeah
It is
Woah
Woah woah
And I'm 'bout to get an IV so
Let me knock this out real quick
Run it back Turbo
Yep
Woah
B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'
C-My baby this big as it gets
D-Gets
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though that's 'cause it is
It is
Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz
What
I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is
Run that **** back Turbo
Ayy woah yeah
Let's go let's go
It's simple but it ain't easy
Woah woah I got it figured out woah
Run it back Turbo
**** all that hatin' that **** a disease and they dyin' off
Woah
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off
Cheffed up the product I put that ***** right on the shelf and hell yeah it's flyin' off
**** is you talkin' 'bout stupid
We out of here baby yeah I'm signin' off
Boy let's go
Whole different breed you know
My life a whole different degree you know
Tryna flip me a B-M-O no wonder I'm capital P you know
Wonder what side of the deal was cold
Me and Tone and Caprice you know
We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds and just roll up our sleeves you know
Understand niggas came straight out the concrete it wasn't no beef with the breeze you know
Straight up
Mobbin' like 'Pone capeesh you know
'Cause niggas need more than a piece lil' ho
God
Took a long way to the top
Top
Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track
Swerve
Face all on the front page I don't give a **** about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon' see who get the ****in' last laugh
And we doin' more numbers than
What
Still doin' more numbers than hashtags
Yeah big business with a fat staff
In the crib alone having flashbacks
Like I really sacrificed it all
What
**** it I wanted it that bad nigga
B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'
C-My baby this big as it gets
D-Gets
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though that's 'cause it is
It is
Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz
GunWunna
I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is
**** all that s**t let's get back to the business
I ran up them racks independent
Young Gunna Wunna
Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling
I can go blow me a million
Go blow me a million
Jump off the P I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons
Playin' the Piston
No time to wait I'ma hit it and skate hope they payin' attention
They try turn their back on the realists ain't work with the world ain't mean nothin' you ain't feel us
Niggas all hype need some realest my competition are like all of my children
Like all of my children
You like the type I can **** but can't wife but it's up when we linkin'
It's up
Young Gunna on the mic and I took all the ice niggas know they can't see me
Know they can't see me
Saint Laurent lens Wunna light bright can't nobody dim it
Nobody
Pull up big body Benz me and my twin and it's **** all the critics
**** all the critics
Me and my kin you ain't my type you like one of the gimmicks
Like one of the gimmicks
Ah pretty little ***** stopped at the light I played with her kitty
B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'
C-My baby this big as it gets
D-Gets
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though that's 'cause it is
It is
Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz
Biz
I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is
It is
It is yeah
It is what it is
It is
**** it it is what it is
