What It Is Lyrics - Best Thang Smokin' - Young Dro

Young Dro, Young Dro 

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo 

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Are you a killer? What it is 

Oh yeah, what it is 

Drug dealer, what it is 

Young player, riding's hard 

I just wanna sit up in the air 

Get high, I just wanna be up in the air 

I'm in the air (come down) 

Ain't coming down (why?) 

Up here dammit (where?) 

Ain't coming down (please) 

Bubbilish coat, twenty six's in the town 

I'm a killer too, 

Killing bitches in town 

Chevy with the beat down 

Make you spin around 

I could fishtail 

Off Fishdale 

Ask the niggas over there 

If I'm the shit there 

I don't tolerate 

My impala grape 

Bring the top out 

Bet I discombobulate 

I'm a tough nigga 

You a fuck nigga 

See me in the club all prodded up nigga 

I got a semi too 

My whole penny do 

I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh 

Given talapia 

And caviar for dinner too 

Mafia as a mother fucker 

Don't make me have to get at you 

I throw a hundred shots 

Plus fifty-two 

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My car actually 

Willy Wonka factory 

Ice look like raspberry 

These hoes tryna tackle me 

Nigga I'm a killer I suggest you don't come after me 

Bitch I'll be in Collipark 

Plus I'll on Mcafee 

Bankhead faculty 

Boy you need to rap with me 

Come and talk to me 

Before I open up your cavity 

Shots come rapidly 

I told you not to mess with me 

I don't play with little boys 

You trying to Michael Jackson me? 

Know a nigga ride in the air fantastically 

Till their daddy kill somethin else 

I put my rims up 

Actually, car flop purple when the sun come 

When it get dark that thing 

It'll look Dro won 

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Mink coat 

Shit polar bear 

Hoes over here 

Hoes over there 

I'm about to take flight 

I'm goin' in the air 

Candy with the gloss 

I'm about to lift it off 

Can't you see someone on me you don't like 

And then lick it out 

We don't need to look at a town 

We rip em off 

My wrist forty 

Forget how much tip costs 

Buy a hundred k I don't wanna play 

Young Dro rides tall on a summer day 

Selling dope, it be junkies where my mama's day 

Bad hoes get treated like runaways 

Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today 

Go and say how my cutlass look like egg yolk 

I keep two with me all in the bed though 

My money fed though 

It's Grand Hustle bread boy 

We got twenty eight inches in the air 

What you scared for? 

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