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What It Is Lyrics

Goonew – What It Is Lyrics

[Intro]
Skrrt
Ayy, Slopes
I was 'bout to say, that shit was beatin' the headphones, fuck it
Fuck it, haha
Niggas already know what it is (Goonrich, nigga)
Y'all know what the fuck I'm 'bout, Goonrich
What it do, J-Money?
Big Slopes with the alley-oop

[Chorus]
Niggas already know what it is
Me and Ruger, yeah, we slide in the whip
Me and Quill, yeah, we empty the fifth
I was down bad lookin' for a lick
Shout out my mother, taught me how to water whip
Niggas be hot, I turn 'em to a quarter stick
Rockin' Givenchy, nigga, yeah, I ordered it
Hop on that jet, I had to bring my hundred clip
Hop on the yacht, I had to bring the water with
Goonrich Urkel got the bricks and I ordered it
Step on the brick, no use, had to do it
You say you gon' kill me, Nike, just do it
Stuck in the trap, me and Bundles boomin'
And I'm with Borleone, got the tooly
Slidin' with Quill, better watch the news
Shout out to Migo, had to drop a deuce

[Verse]
Uh, you don't know about whippin' the crack
We ain't throwin' no oop, twistin' our backs
Shout out my nigga Fetty gettin' sacks
64, 65 on my back
I'm 'bout to be rich, I'm runnin' up a sack
You thought I was done but I'm switchin' it back
Shout out them junkies, yeah, give 'em two
I'm whippin' them chickens, I ain't whippin' boo
Uh, whippin' it too
I got them hundreds on me and they blue
I'm sippin' Wockeisha, had to pour a two
I'm fuckin' his bitch, I had to chuck the deuce
Uh, Goonrich, yeah I'm feelin' it
Pitchin' that work, yeah, hit a deuce
Baby girl, turn around, let me hit it
I'm fuckin' her face, I took her on a dinner
Uh, servin' water, what you know?
I got the baking soda, got the soap
Called up Lil Quill, had to cut his throat
Shot him nine times, 50 Cent a dude
I ain't goin' like that, had to blow
Still in the BP sellin' boof
Catchin' the pounds, I got it from my folks
You havin' that water, let a nigga know

[Chorus]
Niggas already know what it is
Me and Ruger, yeah, we slide in the whip
Me and Quill, yeah, we empty the fifth
I was down bad lookin' for a lick
Shout out my mother, taught me how to water whip
Niggas be hot, I turn 'em to a quarter stick
Rockin' Givenchy, nigga, yeah, I ordered it
Hop on that jet, I had to bring my hundred clip
Hop on the yacht, I had to bring the water with
Goonrich Urkel got the bricks and I ordered it
Step on the brick, no use, had to do it
You say you gon' kill me, Nike, just do it
Stuck in the trap, me and Bundles boomin'
And I'm with Borleone, got the tooly
Slidin' with Quill, better watch the news
Shout out to Migo, had to drop a deuce
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