J. Stalin, Lil Yase - What It Is lyrics

[J. Stalin, Lil Yase - What It Is lyrics]

That's what it is (That's what it is)
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

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