It Is What It Is Lyrics by 42 Dugg & Rylo Rodriguez (feat. Lil Baby)
1209
Got a 30 on my seat, uh
I miss you more than ever, pictures ain’t doing no justice
They say I lost a friend, and I told ’em I lost a brother
Told ’em I lost a cousin, told ’em I lost a uncle
Ma, it’s hard to cope, but *** it, I’m gettin’ money
I lost five homies
And they lost ten
So even though you cryin’, Ma, it is what it is
Val ain’t miss a call, Reece missin’ them all
Real *** winnin’, know you proud of little Aus
Cars gettin’ faster, bags gettin’ bigger
Mel back home, free my other lil’ ***
Big pop with a eight in it, they ain’t tryin’ to spin
Gee, you gotta make ***
I put the drank down, back totin’ blicks
Know I’m ridin’ with you, brother, on the strength
If one of mines get killed on the 9th
Five of yours gettin’ killed on the 10th
And I ain’t into ***, just a *** with a blitz package
Say he took something from me, *** big cappin’
After all this ***, you really think I’m still trappin’? (What?)
Made 3 million every month, I damn near quit rappin’ (Yeah)
On God
I heard the bricks goin’ up, I’m tryin’ to grab some
Hood rich ***, Cartier crash on ’em
If she ain’t good at suckin’ ***, I gotta pass on her
I rock Cadillacs, the bullet proof, the fast ones (Skrrt)
*** think they got a wave, but it won’t last long (No)
I be in the kitchen cookin’ with my mask on
Sellin’ pounds, gettin’ it down, it was my platform
If I don’t know nothin’, I know how to get a bag off
I give brodie all the lows, he runnin’ through those
I got twenty girlfriends, livin’ like Pluto
Double Patek duo in honor of my two homies, I miss y’all
I sent that cash up, they spent, dawg
First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dawg
If a *** who ever told call my phone, that’s a missed call
Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw
I’m on the chase, parking lot, pourin’ syrup, havin’ withdrawals
Had a X-rated day, I put the Skeleton on two arms
Slam a *** quick, wipe his nose like a newborn
Spinnin’, if he live, catch up with him when he discharge
Won’t catch a *** sayin’, “No Diddy,” that’s for lil’ boys
Count this paper in a penthouse with a Ruby Rose
I like hoes and I like money, but I can’t bend or fold
Me and bronem handle business like the Sinaloa
Send the paper, send the addy, I’ma send the load
*** live inside their studio they whole life
And I ain’t never go to practice, I’m like Allen Iverson
And all they *** wanna *** me, that’s why they don’t like me
I lost five homies
And they lost ten
So even though you cryin’, Ma, it is what it is
Val ain’t miss a call, Reece missin’ them all
Real *** winnin’, know you proud of little Aus
Cars gettin’ faster, bags gettin’ bigger
Mel back home, free my other lil’ ***
Big pop with a eight in it, they ain’t tryin’ to spin
Gee, you gotta make ***
I lost five