Is What It Is

(Southside) (Dj on the beat so it's a banger) Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell What he said ain't gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck Then I'm not paying for your expense I told him order that Benz But send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in Always ask for a hand out I'm fucking up with my backend I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check right now I'm in the stu' off the X right now, yeah Rolling on air right now Fuck around, text their ex right now You not so tough right now You in my city, you a guest right now, uh We ain't gonna talk about drip I'm in Chanel, you in Guess right now, p***y I hit the road for the shows Just run up, gon' bring their poles with 'em A lot of these niggas so lame Don't pull up, you ain't got your loads with 'em These bitches be playing with their nose I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett I pull up on Izzy for gold 55K for some gold pendants I'm selling drugs to my tenants Broke niggas always try to come with opinions, yeah Riding through the city in a Bentley Could've been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley, uh Turn up, realest nigga that you've come upon Free Ralo, he run up a marathon Good gas like a Marathon Killing shit with their hazards on A fresh 20 just to add it on I put 20 in my Rag & Bones Type of shit I be bragging on Make a call, put a ratchet on you You a goofy, they gon' stash it on you You ain't gang, don't ask for money O.T., they tax to join Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell What he said ain't gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck Then I'm not paying for your expense I told him order that Benz But send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in Always ask for a hand out I'm fucking up with my backend I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I'm standing on Cali with CCs Gotta watch out 'cause they shooting up FEFEs They told me don't go without being 'round killers 'Cause killers be watching these VVS You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy I heard he be riding the weewees His lil' bitch be tripping She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees Audemars, bust it down, thirty, I bust it down Niggas won't lower the pounds You vouching for clowns, you can't come around, p***y Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon' pull out cell phones Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon' pull out a nail gun, yeah One call for raw beef, they tryna nail something Don't condone the violence But if you gon' nail him, nail him 'cause they'll tell something No threats on the internet I told my guys don't go way into that Next time don't have your kids with you I'ma tell lil' folks to go finish that Go get the Bentley, MAC I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass You not right there, where you really at? I'm on the Lam' with three hundred guys, yeah You not a street nigga You see a shootout, you gon' get excited You not a street nigga Instagram watch your murder, you gon' get indicted, yeah Now my page on private (Page on private) Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent) I ain't tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions) I don't know what happened (Nah) All I know is he was capping, tripping Calling my phone, telling his business I don't wanna hear 'bout no killing And you ain't one of them niggas who killing Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell What he said ain't gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck Then I'm not paying for your expense I told him order that Benz But send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in Always ask for a hand out I'm fucking up with my backend I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check (Southside) (Dj on the beat so it's a banger)