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Young Dro What It Is Lyrics

Last updated: 01/08/2014 06:56:48 AM

Young Dro, Young Dro

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

[Chorus: x2]
Aye you a killa?
What it is
Hell yeah
What it is
Drug dealer?
What it is
Yeah player
Ridin' tall
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high
I just wanna be up in the air

I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't comin down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't comin down (please)
Bubbilicious car, 26's in the town
I'm a killa too,
Killin bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas on the ave, i'm the shit there (he the shit)
I don't tolerate (nope)
My Impala great (yeah)
Bring the choppa out, bet I discombobulate (who you hit)
I'm a tough nigga (what?)
You a fuck nigga (yes)
See me in the club all Prada'd up nigga (yeeeah)
I got a semi too
My hoes get at you (damn)
I got diamonds, orange like Winnie Pooh (you a lie)
Give me Talapia and caviar for dinner too (you a lie)
Mafia as a mother fucka, don't make me have to get at you
I throw a hundred shot, nigga, plus 52

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Hey yo my car actually
Willy Wonka factory
Ice look like raspberry
These hoes tryna tackle me
Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I be in Collipark plus I be on McAfee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me 'fore I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to blast at me
I don't play with lil boys, you tryna Michael Jackson me?
Know a nigga ride in the air fantastically
Til the day they kill us
I'll neva put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When they get done with that thing, it'll look like Dro won

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Mink coat(brrr)
Shit polar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm bouta take flight
I'm goin in the air (I'm gone)
Candy with the gloss
I'm about to lift it off (yes)
You see sum' on me you don't like, then lick it off (lick)
We don't need to look at the tag, we rip em off (rip)
My wrist 40, but guess how much T.I.P. cost? (how much)
Bout a hundered k (wha)
i don't wanna play (wha)
Young Dro ridin tall in the summer day (do it)
Sellin dope, it be junkie where my mama stay (fo real)
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt a day
Go on and say it, hoe: my Cutty look like egg yolk (yeah)
you know i keep a tool wit me all in the bed tho
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustle bread boy (yeah)
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?

[Chorus x2]
Thanks to Bernard for submitting What It Is Lyrics.