What It Is

What It Is

Young Dro, Young Dro

[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo

[Chorus: x2]

Ah you a killa? What it is

Hell Yeah, What it is

Drug dealer, what it is

Young playa, ridin tall

I just wanna sit up in the air

Get high, I just wanna be up in the air

[Verse:]

I'm in the air (come down)

Ain't comin down (why?)

Up here dammit (where?)

Ain't comin down (please)

Bubbilish car, 26's in the town

I'm a killa too,

Killin bitches in the town

Chevy with the beat down

Make you spin around

I could fishtail

On Fishscale

Ask the niggas over there

If i'm the shit there (he the shit!)

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 hoe jimmy choo

I got diamonds, orange like Winnie Pooh

Get the Talapia

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 - "Dro!"

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

My car actually

Willy Wonka factory

Ice look like rasberry

These hoes be tryin to tackle me

Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me

Bitch I'll be in Collipark

Plus I'll be 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 blast at me me

I don't play with lil boys

You tryin to Michael Jackson me?

Know a nigga ridin in the air fantastically Til the day they kill us I'll never put my rims up

Actually, car flop purple when the sun come

When it get dark

for that thang we let the drum-plum

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

Mink coat

Shit polar bear

Hoes over here

Hoes over there

I'm about to take flight

I'm goin in the air

Candy with the gloss

I'm about to lift off

Case you see somethin you don't like

Then lick it off (lick)

We don't need to look at the time

We rip em off

My wrist 40

But guess how much Tip costs?

Bout $100K, i don't wanna play

Young Dro riding tall on a summer day

Sellin dope, it be junkies where my momma stay

Bad hoes get treated like runaways

Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today

Go and say it ho my cutlass look like egg yolk

I keep a tool with me all in the bed though

My money fed though

It's Grand Hustle bread boy

We just 28 inches in the air

What you scared for?

[Chorus x2]