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