What It Is

That what it is (yah)
Bitch, that what it is (say what? say what?)
Find out what it is (okay, check me out)

I say catch me on my tippy-toes creepin' through your city
I don't like .380's, I'm committed to the glizzy
Fuck a dime bitch, I prefer a pretty penny
You red hoes ain't shit, I like black, that's my decision

Gettin' all this cheese, I got racks, like it's tinted
They say he a menace but don't call me fuckin' Dennis
I got it out the mud, and I was really in them trenches
A bookbag full of weave, cause these Glocks got extensions
He locked down doin' time, I'm like free my cousin Dennis
He won't drop a dime, cause he too real, it ain't no snitchin'
I'm one of a kind, cause I'm the realest in my century
They thought I was lyin' till I pulled up to the dentist
Golds in my mouth, so when I talk, that shit be glistenin'
What I'm rappin' bout, yeah they can vouch, that's how I'm livin'
All I do is illustrate, so you can see it vivid
I'm cookin' on this bitch, now I can't stay up out the kitchen
He copped out on my rhymes, cause when they dropped, that nigga listened
I ran out with his bitch, and now he lost, cause she went missin'
Switch-a-roo the bitch, I pass around, I call it pitchin'
I think he want her back, said hold up, wait, give me a minute

Nah, he not my nigga, no, we do not rep the same gang
Everybody Double K, but nah, it ain't the same thang
LightPoleBaby, GCM, and [?], we gang-gang
Carver Shore till the death of me, cause ain't a thang changed

That what it is (say what? yah)
I say Bitch, that what it is (Oh, we on the same shit)
That what it is
Pull up where I stay, you gettin' killed