What It Is - J. Stalin, Lil Yase

Gang gang, ayy

I just bought sixty ball-caps up at Lids

Nigga, gang, gang gang

Gang, ayy, that’s what it is

I just bought sixty ball-caps up at Lids

Bad bitch said she wanna eat a nigga kids

Pull up gang, swish, I got mid

Pussy nigga got me feelin' like I’m Kidd

Hit his bitch, shit, I’m in the wind

Ayy, gang, I be feelin' like that nig'

Boy, you tellin', heard you workin' with the pigs

Bitches know I’m that nig', see all these diamonds on me

Kept these bitches in the trance, it’s my climates, homie

Split a nigga wig 'cause he said I was phony

Double back with a SIG, kept a banger on me

I know why this nigga’s hatin', 'cause his main bitch want me

But I don’t love no bitches 'cause at the top, it get lonely

And I don’t trust these niggas 'cause they ain’t come from my corner

He ain’t from the Mob, he ain’t got it tatted on him

Soon as I bounce out with that chopper, they scattered on me

Toe-tag a nigga, I’ll blast you, homie

If I start actin' like a bitch, my niggas, they flashin' on me

I’m a Town nigga, ho, like Tony!

Toni!

Toné!

Back up 'fore I smack you, you don’t know me, know me, know me

I’m a Town nigga, bitch, like Tony!

Toni!

Toné!

Back up 'fore I smack you, you don’t know me, know me, know me

45 in my drawers, keep it on me, on me, on me

Gang, ayy, that’s what it is

I just bought sixty ball-caps up at Lids

Bad bitch said she wanna eat a nigga kids

Pull up gang, swish, I got mid

Pussy nigga got me feelin' like I’m Kidd

Hit his bitch, shit, I’m in the wind

Ayy, gang, I be feelin' like that nig'

Boy, you tellin', heard you workin' with the pigs

Worth a whole lot of money, I don’t need these niggas

Big 40 on me, I’ll squeeze my trigger

Cypress Village nigga 'til the death of me

But I still keep a shooter to the left of me

Good coke, I’ll give your ass the recipe

If the car brand new, nigga knew it was me

He ain’t a shooter, that lil' nigga lie straight through his teeth

He’d tell on me if he could go home free

In the name of Sid, I be stackin' these Jennies

Livewire strange, yeah, I still move with Penny

Hustle like I’m broke, got the game from Lenny

But I ain’t want that bitch, he got the ho from me

Countin' 'til my hands hurt, movin' the work

Told that lil' bitch to put the dope in her skirt

I don’t want your pussy, I want the cash in the purse

And I ain’t lettin' none of these niggas get no verse

Gang, ayy, that’s what it is

I just bought sixty ball-caps up at Lids

Bad bitch said she wanna eat a nigga kids

Pull up gang, swish, I got mid

Pussy nigga got me feelin' like I’m Kidd

Hit his bitch, shit, I’m in the wind

Ayy, gang, I be feelin' like that nig'

Boy, you tellin', heard you workin' with the pigs