It Is What It Is (Explicit)

It Is What It Is (Explicit) - 42 Dugg/Rylo Rodriguez/Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Dion Hayes/Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Samuel Gloade/Chevez Clarke/Evan Huang/Eric Sloan/Jay King/Jerold Ellis/Denzil Foster/Anthony Gilmour/Garrick Husbands/Thomas McElroy/Robert Bell/Ronald Bell/Donald Boyce/George Brown/Robert Mickens/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/Richard Westfield/Michael Marshall

Composed by：Dion Hayes/Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Samuel Gloade/Chevez Clarke/Evan Huang/Eric Sloan/Jay King/Jerold Ellis/Denzil Foster/Anthony Gilmour/Garrick Husbands/Thomas McElroy/Robert Bell/Ronald Bell/Donald Boyce/George Brown/Robert Mickens/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/Richard Westfield/Michael Marshall

Produced by：30 Roc/8major/K6WYA/Sloan

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 fuck 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 nigga winnin' know you proud of little Aus

Cars gettin' faster bags gettin' bigger

Mel back home free my other lil' nigga

Big pop with a eight in it they ain't tryin' to spin

Gee you gotta make nigga

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 shit just a nigga with a blitz package

Say he took something from me nigga big cappin'

After all this shit 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 nigga Cartier crash on 'em

If she ain't good at suckin' dick I gotta pass on her

I rock Cadillacs the bullet proof the fast ones skrrt

Nigga 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 nigga who ever told call my phone that's a missed call

Chanel cop a Maxi handbag then she hit raw

Chase parking lot pourin' syrup havin' withdrawals

Had a X-rated day I put the skeleton on two arms

Slam a dick quick wipe his nose like a newborn

Spinnin' if he live catch up with him when he discharge

Won't catch a nigga 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

Nigga live inside their studio they whole life

And I ain't never go to practice I'm like Allen Iverson

And all they bitch wanna fuck 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 nigga winnin' know you proud of little Aus

Cars gettin' faster bags gettin' bigger

Mel back home free my other lil' nigga

Big pop with a eight in it they ain't tryin' to spin

Gee you gotta make nigga

I lost five