Young Capone- What it is Lyrics

Yeah
This a nitty beat
Hey
Hey
This a nitty beat
That's right
Comin' live from Ghettoville USA once again
(Uh-Oh)
But this time though, I have to introduce to the world (Yeah)
My lil n____ (uh oh)
Young Capone (whats his name)
Oh yeah
Whats up
That's my real lil n____ right?
Wow (hey, hey)
Its time we've gone give ya'll something new once again
Uh oh
And we doin' (and we doin')
What we do (what we do)

Chorus:
What it do my n____ what it iz
You aint getting money like this here
I got the f___ how a playa hater a feel
Im a balla ima live how I live
Pop dis pill
Drank this beer
Smoke this kush n____
Rep dis herre
Keep that steel
Stack a couple mil
So so def n____ that's what it is

What it do my n____ whats good
Young C got money in da hood
Switchin this lanes
Grippin this wood
I can't lie man this s___ feels good
Lickin' these whips
Makin' these flips
Stackin' these chips
Pistol on my hip
Cuttin off rip
Living like a star
26 inches sit tall on a car
Haze in a gaw
Wrist on my lap
MP clicker im bout to put it on a map
The boys stay strapped
His n____s gon hate
When I hit the scene red monkey it wit the apes
Im stuntin like a boss
Ya boy gon floss
22 grand on a big boy cross
Spittin' like a vet
Im repin for the set
I smoke a lota kush
And I cash a lot of checks
Whats next

Chorus:
What it do my n____ what it iz
You aint getting money like this here
I got the f___ how a playa hate a feel
Im a balla ima live how I live
Pop dis pill
Drank this beer
Smoke this kush n____
Rep dis herre
Keep that still
Stack a couple mil
So so def n____ that's what it is

Take it to the block
Chasin this dough
Bussin these hoes
Sellin these oh's
Popin out the S
Wit the 4 54
24 inches sittin tall like whoa
Errbody know Young C got cake
Rapper of da trap

Motha f___a up straight
Broke n____s hate
The hood hoe choose
Yellow and blue ice got it all cross da jewels
Ya boy got loot
And he iced out
Shine anywhere, lights on lights out
I take a n____ b____ like so pipes out
I hit it from the back like sumthing smashed out
Young C got clowt
Shawty don't play
Straight from the block, comin
Straight from the A
I do it erry day
I kick it like judo
s___e age pimpin
I take a n____ to pluto

Chorus:
What it do my n____ what it iz
You aint getting money like this here
I got the f___ how a playa hate a feel
Im a balla ima live how I live
Pop dis pill
Drank this beer
Smoke this kush n____
Rep dis herre
Keep that still
Stack a couple mil
So so def n____ that's what it is

I do it for the streets
The boy with da work
22 inches on da 72 vert
Down in da A
dem boys don't play
They post on da block
Wit da purp or da yay(I mean)
dey Do it erryday
This s___ gone stop
Live from da block
f___ da hatas and da c___s
Da hoes gon jock
Da n____s gon knock
Ya run up on gurl
Catch s___ from da block
Motha f___in fool
I keep one in da head
When im in da club
n____, when im in a bed
Ya boy gettin bread
That's what it is
I represent the dec b____
That's wher I live

Chorus:
What it do my n____ what it iz
You aint getting money like this here
I got the f___ how a playa hate a feel
Im a balla ima live how I live
Pop dis pill
Drank this beer
Smoke this kush n____
Rep dis herre
Keep that still
Stack a couple mil
So so def n____ that's what it is

Ey (Hey)
I told ya'll motha f___a nitti don't stop man (Huh uh)
Young Capone (Young Capone)
We got em (we got em)
JD man gotta stop playin wit us man
I told this n____s
Im a motha f___in beast on dees tracks man
Im for real
Nitti beats all dey gettchu one n____
50 stacks (money n____)
yeah

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