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What It Is (Young Dro)

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo Are you a killa? What it is Hell Yeah, What it is Drug dealer, what it is Young player, ride tall I just wanna sit up in the air Get high, I just wanna be up in the air I'm in the air (come down) Ain't comin down (why?) Up here dammit (where?) Ain't comin down (please) Bubbelishous coat, 26's in the town I'm a killa too, Killin bitches in town Chevy with the beat down Make you spin around Like a fishtail I'm Fish scale Ask the niggas on da ave He the shit yeah I don't tolerate My Impala great Bring the choppa out Bet I discombobulate I'm a tough nigga You a fuck nigga See me in the club all Prada'd up nigga I got a semi too My whole penny do I got diamonds, urnge(orange) like Winnie Pooh Gittin tolapia And caviar for dinner too Mafia as a mother fucka Don't make me have to get at you I throw a hundered shots Nigga plus fifty-two My car actually Willy Wonka factory Ice look like rasberry It'd be hard to try and tackle me Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me Bitch I'll be in Collipark Plus I'll on Mcafee Bankhead faculty Boy you need to rap with me Come and talk to me Before I open up your cavity Shots come rapidly I told you not to mess with me I don't play with little boys You tryin to Michael Jackson me? Know a nigga ridin the air fantastically Til the day they kill us Never put my rims up Actually, car flop purple when the sun come When it get dark Boy that thang be lookin drum plum Mink coat Shit polar bear Hoes over here Hoes over there I'm bout to take flight I'm goin in the air Candy with the gloss I'm about to lift it out See somethin on me on me you don't like Then lick it off We don't need to look at the time We rip em off My wrist forty Forgot how much Tip costs Buy a hundered k i don't wanna play Young Dro ride tall on a summer day Sellin dope, it'd be jumpin where my mama stay Bad hoes get treated like runaways Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt a day Gon say it folk my Cutlass look like egg yolk You know I keep a tool with me all in the bed though My money fed though It's Grand Hustle bread folk We sit 28 inches in the air What you scared for?