it is wat it is Lyrics

Tumble out of bed, dizzy in the head

Seemed a little upset, when you came home alone

Mumble a reply, followed by a lie

Then I wonder why, as if I've never known

Partial to the groove, but still you never move

You saw me through and through, but it doesn't matter though.

My hair is starting to flash, it's chill to the touch

Never liked it much, but now you won't let go

Three, two, one, let's go

That what I say to my ho

She get mad, she hitting in the door

Just bought me a VETEMENTS coat,

You talking that shit it get old

I feel like I'm shaq in the post

And no I don't fuck with da blow, just hit me up if you need more

You know my plug got for the low

Screaming out fuck a pig, let's go get high as shit

Then we get fly as shit, remember being sad as shit

Now I got a bag of rick, how you a hoe and bitch

Watch how he hold that stick

I guess fuck it, it is what it is

I really nod off with the tris

So I don't got time for the kid

I really just stay out the mix

I'm really just trying to get rich

They say keep rapping, I got it

Fuck it take off like a rocket

No, I don't really got no stylists

Keep making hits like a...

Keep making hits I can't stop it

They say they fuck with the flow switch

They say they fuck with the flow switch

Half a oxy got me dope sick

Now I'm pouring up a lil potion

Back out my mind, yeah I own it

Pussy like water aerobics

Hit her one time, now she ghosted

Walk in the bank and I legally rob it

I'm with my guys flipping the profit

And she gave me that like a ostrich

Off this xan feeling retarded

Perc give me Powers like Austin

You know lil 3am exhausted

But going crazy like mosh pit

You too lazy, not a boss yet

Used to punch cards on embossers

Scam likely on the caller

Hop out the trap like frogger

Had to straighten up, even my posture

Now I'm trying to get me an Oscar

Benihana's, eating lobster

Money's spent, getting it back

They want to know why the bass hit like a bat

I really was high as fuck back of the class

Really gonna make it out

Doing this rap, shawty gon scream like a banshee

I'm clapping them cheek's, call me sandy

Zoom to the store bout a plan b

But I can't save no ho, she a Bambi.

I can't fix her up not to handy

I remember clutching up on pennies

A nigga hating get the semi

I ride through the city, I only kick shit up in hemi's

A nigga hatin, know he hear me

A nigga hatin, know he hear me

A nigga hatin, gotta fear me

But i guess it is what it is

I don't really care about shit

Cause I'm getting money like shit

Drop a song half of a tick

That's more than I made off a lick

Let's just celebrate wockhardt in the brisk

We finna get high as shit

We finna get high as shit

High as shit