Is What It Is - Eric Reprid

Lil' bitch go back that shit up

Skin tone like khaki oh yeah

They mans don’t dap me uh uh

Point is they tacky fuck 'em

Her drink it make me uh

Make head ache I’m in her jaws

Move like ATV, like Maybelline, you see no fuckin' flaws

Ayo c

(Yeah)

They shit make me zzzz

Need pay a fee

(Okay)

ATM not speakin' for me

(Aye Lemme see)

Paid my debts ain’t left with no green

She want the shi'

(Yee)

Basic bitch gon' learn ABC’s

Is what it is, sloppy toppy on the stick

Got me

Got me whippin' Honda tryna go again

I might

I might get some cake and jump the fuckin' fence

Ain’t no

Ain’t nobody else like this gon' get ahead

(I-I-I)

I get way too dumb

Aye lil' baby suck my thumb

I be tryna stack my crumbs go check my funds you gon' find none

See I do this shit for fun

Tell these fuckin' demons wait

Cause I gotta fuckin' ton

But I need this fuckin' cake I’ma

I’ma be ready when I get it wrapped up it feel like its Christmas

Yeah

In the fuckin' park with meat but this shit not no picnic

Yuh

Get away get away get away vans

Tryna go french no France uh

Innovate innovate innovate man

You gon' watch my dance

I’ma meditate it out like it is what it is

I got problems now that the liquor don’t fix

Fuck what happened then and the shit that’s comin' next

My head on myself like it is what it is

Stop

Aye she want twist my knob

Headed for the top

Limpin' with the walk

That boy such a awk

He move like a rock

Always on the job

But I still get crossed

Puffin' on the moss

Then I’m then I’m then I’m

Skippin' out at midnight wanna live life them mofuckas borin' snorin'

Who the fuck be sleep when I got day dreams that a mofucka foreign tourin'

Cannot come and save you no storage

Double definition like orange

Pizza on the head like Lawrence food for thought in the mornin'

She want lick this dick too bad I got the liquor dick

Think she might have business from that busyness

Big racks comin' soon for all of my affiliates

Dip out in a minute I can’t go get intimate

Front to back

Bitch don’t cut me slack

I said uh

They got cracks

Break they mama back

To the uh

To the max

I don’t fuckin' lack

On the

On the point

Like a fuckin' tac

You can’t clean me up

Swiffer sweep cause you boy’s some dust

Drive don’t bus

In my seat by the ones I want

In the front

Don’t do track but I’m on a run

What you done

Brought me back now I want me some

I’ma meditate it out like it is what it is

I got problems now that the liquor don’t fix

Fuck what happened then and the shit that’s comin' next

My head on myself like it is what it is