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I Is That letra


(MarsGawd lit another one)
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Look

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
Fuckin' these hoes to not givin' a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

And I still dog these hoes
And I still don't like niggas, like I be D-Von
I'm a dog, two pit bulls inside my home named Peaches and Diamond, that's one out of one
I don't like to argue with her, but the bitch, she be trippin', she be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pimpin', ain't slippin', when the ho make me mad, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She could bring me McDonalds, she know I ain't trippin', I been that lil nigga, I'm straight out the slums
Smokin spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day, we be gettin' that sum
In the house, I'ma keep me a hundred on hundred
For a stick up, I bought my lil' brother a drum, I did that
Pay my brother lawyer for to beat the case, I did that
Stay down, stack that money 'til I made a way, I did that
Fuck these rappers, I'ma kill all these lil' niggas, bitch, I is that
Fuck these niggas, go spin on 'em, pussy-ass nigga better not spin back

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
Fuckin' these hoes to not givin' a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

I wait outside of these store, he go in, leave his car on, bitch, I steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home, he breakin' they window and then I get in that, huh
Fuck on that ho from the back 'til I'm feelin' her bone, get in there, get in there
Ain't no effort in songs, I'm up in my zone, and these niggas, they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bro'nem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, ol' whack-ass nigga
Get money, big B, that's me, big Blood, no C, they ain't in my Cartier lens, nigga
He say if somebody snatch his chain, he be claimin' that he gon' do this and do that
That nigga a ho, when they reach for his neck, he ain't let off the strap, he just went to the 'Gram
I'm in that North where my mom and them at, that same set I sold a thousand somethin' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan, bring in the coroner van
Slimy-ass nigga, whack a dirty-ass man
Young-ass nigga, go stick up the stand
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwin' my hands
I did that
Ran me a forty up on 'em, that forty put on 'em, you know that I did that
Lil shorty from Houston, I sent that lil' ho twenty thousand, she asked why I did that
I told her, I'm feelin her vibe and I'm likin' her body
That lil' bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back, yeah, yeah

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
Fuckin' these hoes to not givin' a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

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