This gritty hip-hop track pulses with raw trap beats and melodic flows, capturing the thrill of street hustling and unapologetic swagger. Lyrics dive into wealth accumulation and bold encounters, evoking an energetic vibe perfect for late-night drives or
What You Is - Song Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, Block, crank it up
That money, it done ran up
Wow
Wow, wow, huh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) I'm a gangster
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) I don't know 'bout, aye, I don't know 'bout that **** there
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Say but you knowin' how I get down
You ain't even gotta know
[Verse 1]
Look, baby, let me see it tonight, I done fucked up
Brothers got me fucked up, baby, you done lucked up
Keep guns in all of my trunks, babygirl, it's fucked up
Babygirl, we keep it independent, we don't trust them
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' muddy, pourin' lean, it ain't sip
Don't know one thing 'bout me, they know I got my pistol
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, I wan' leave with you
I done pulled off on lil' shorty and she read my fender
[Verse 2]
And she gon' work with that ass, I want her, stamp the bitch bad
Still don't stop Lil Top if you can, I don't give no fuck, I'm gon' flash
**** fuck with somethin', bitch, I'm yeah, now cut up bad, bitch, oh yeah
And I'm quick to bust the bitch ass, ****, what the fuck you just said?
Here this pussy boy with that playin', I plan to whoop the bitch head
Bitch, if I crash out, you gon' have to call the laws for me
Send them blitz out, they ain't gon' come back till they down somethin' (Man, one)
Roll his ass, stomp on that boy, walk him down somethin'
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' muddy, pourin' lean, it ain't sip
Don't know one thing 'bout me, they know I got my pistol
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, I wan' leave with you
I done pulled off on lil' shorty and she read my fender
[Verse 3]
I'm a motherfuckin' robber out the motherfuckin' gutter (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, I want all the problems, I'ma bust him, make it ugly (Kentrell)
Mr. Work 'Em With That Chopper, Mr. Presi', Mr. Ugh (Hey)
Mr. Sell It With My Partner, Mr. Got A Whole Lotta (Streams)
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' muddy, pourin' lean, it ain't sip
Don't know one thing 'bout me, they know I got my pistol
I'm a baller, baby, and I'm tryna leave with you (Safe)
[Verse 4]
Chief on weed, and sip on that codeine with you (Hey, hey)
Need to go buy some lean with you, win with you (Hey, hey)
She used to drink Quay, too, bitch want baby shoes
She wanna stay the night, bitch tryna play it cool
Crush the Molly like some ice, she gon' call me Baby Booter
She gon' call me Baby Booter
She gon' call me Baby Booter
[Intro]
Alright, Brando
[Chorus]
Hands on your knees, bitch, twerk it for me
Finer than a motherfucker, bitch, perfect for me
I'm a boss, I ain't no worker, I'll have them dirt you for me
Got plenty knots off in my pockets, come try take it and see
Bitch heard that cutter pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Make her body drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
Bitch, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bitch, now, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop 'bout Lil Top, bitch
[Verse 5]
Huh, bitch
I've been flippin' and gettin it' and stickin' up shit an hour from that Nola
I've been poppin' it, I just switched from Rolls-Royce into a Rover
I'ma shoot it first, then I reload it, now, Brando, you start it over
[Verse 6]
I ain't Hamilton, a bad bitch put a four inside his soda
I'ma get on top and ride that dick, I call that rollercoaster, yeah
I'm a bad bitch, hoes ain't fuckin' with me, yeah
I got real racks, bitch, get up with me, yeah
I made a rich **** said he wanna tip me, huh
I get my hair done, ****, send a ten piece
I need a real stepper, baby, I got real beef
'Cause once I throw that ass on him, they gon' wanna kill me
No hands, I'm talkin' go, go (Go, go)
Freak bitch, I'm tryna fuck him in that Rolls
Throw that money in the air and watch me drop it to the floor
"Throw that ass back," shit, I move it like a pro
I only do it for a real ****, and ****, you's a ho
[Chorus]
Hands on your knees, bitch, twerk it for me
Fine than a motherfucker, bitch, perfect for me
I'm a boss, I ain't no worker, I'll have them dirt you for me
Got plenty knots off in my pockets, come try take it and see
Bitch heard that cutter pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Make her body drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bitch, now, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop 'bout Lil Top, bitch