Young Dro - What it Is lyrics

[Hook] 2X Hey you a k**er? (what it is) Hell yeah (what it is) Drug dealer (what it is) Yeah playa Real Talk (I just wanna sit up in the air) Get high (I just wanna be up in the air) [Verse 1] I'm in the air (come down) I ain't comin down (why?) Up here damnit (where?) I ain't comin down (please) Bubblicious car 26's in the town I'm a k**er too k**in b**hes in the town Chevy wit the beat down make ya spin around I can fishtail (yeah) on fishscale (yeah) Ask my n***as on the ave I'm the sh** yeah (he the sh**) I don't tolerate (nope) My Impala grape (yeah) Bring the chopper out bet I discombobulate (who you hit) I'm a tough n***a (what) you a f** n***a (yes) See me in the club all Prada'ed up n***a (there he is) I got the semi too (what) I hold ??? I got diamonds earn like Winnie Pooh (you a lie) Get a talopia caviar for dinner too (you a lie) Mafia's a motherf**er make me have to get at you I throw a hundred shots n***a plus fifty-two Dro [Hook] [Verse 2] My car actually Willy Wonka factory Ice look like rasberry these hoes tryna tackle me n***a I'm a k**er I suggest you don't come after me b**h I be in College Park plus I be on Mackafee Bankhead faculty boy you need to rap with me Come and talk to me 'fore I open up ya cavity Shots come rapidly I told ya not to blast at me I don't play wit lil boys you tryna Michael Jackson me? Know a n***a ride in the air fantastically Til the day they k** us I never put my rims up Actually car flop purple when the sun come When it get dark boy that thang look like a ??? [Hook] [Verse 3] Mink coat (brrrrr) sh** polar bear Hoes over here (what) hoes over there (yeah) I'm bout to take flight I'm goin in the air (I'm gone) Candy wit the gloss I'm bout to lift it off (yes) You see somethin on me you don't like then lick it off (lick) We don't need to look at a tag we rip 'em off (rip) My wrist forty but guess how much TIP costs? (how much) Bout a hundred K (what) I don't wanna play (what) Young Dro ridin tall on a summer day (do it) Sellin dope it be junkies where my mama stay (fa real) Bad hoes get treated like runaways b**h you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt a day Gon' say it ho my Cutla** look like egg yolk You know I keep a tool wit me all in the bed though My money fat though it's Grand Hustle bread broke We just 28 inches in the air what you scared fo'? [Hook] {*music to fade*}