EST Gee Ft Rylo Rodriguez – IT IS Lyrics

IT IS Lyrics by EST Gee Ft Rylo Rodriguez

[Intro: EST Gee]
(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gotitt)
Yeah, alright, hm
(Know who that is)
Yeah

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Can’t get the hood to turn on me, I’m who turned up the hood
I hopped out geeked, no gloves
Burnt the skin off my thumb, he from that Draco wood (Grr, grr, grr, grr)
We in Rio, we sayin’, “We need to link the hoods for good”
And, we did, [?] split it, still cool with [?]
He bust pipes, ridin’ with no license, I’m serious if he could see
I bought in ’em fullys, a quick five-second shootout
[?] our wrists, me and Dre had went out West and [?] goin’ house
I been cool keep the score up, they lil’ boys, but it’s a [?] out
If I get the feelin’, make niggas think cold, but they ain’t goin’ out
Stash a .9 in my ho house, she look cold by wearin’ [?]
Ain’t no way I never go out, lift my pole out like my po’ hard
And my lil’ bro so anxious, sprayin’ shit up, look like he Odell
It’s me and baby broad, they threw that eight .300 Blackout
Hope he know [?] I’m lettin’ this whole sixty clip go out

[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, it is how it is when you from where I’m from
If you don’t want murder one, youngin still tote his gun
You in the streets for fun, scared to see when street shit get done
My mama shot at my papa mans in the car when I was young
Know thuggin’ in my blood, [?] in my blunt
Gettin’ that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come
I’ma make somethin’ out of nothin’, know this shit been in my blood
Lame ass town like livin’ from the hood

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
You take out your mans, at the repast, you get a bonus for it (Yeah, yeah)
Lame shit was sweet, he took a nap, he in a comma for it (Yeah, yeah)
She ain’t fuckin’ with me ’cause I ain’t let her put me in a reel (For real)
The Hell I look like cryin’ about a ho? We ain’t even wear Denim Tears
You the type gon’ take the deal (Take the deal)
I’m the type gon’ play to sell
I come from the bricks, so, yeah
You’ll see a athlete make a sale (Oh, yeah)
Pull your hood up, growin’ up, I seen a fuck nigga whack a player
I don’t need no prices, for no tris, the wock paint double sealed
We’re way bigger than life, I don’t trust no one hardly, women alike
Yeah, your bro told, get rid of the mice
Your bro’nem spark me, it’s on site
I turn red ounce on no par (Nope)
Thirty points, I feel like Ja

[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, it is how it is when you from where I’m from
If you don’t want murder one, youngin still tote his gun
You in the streets for fun, scared to see when street shit get done
My mama shot at my papa mans in the car when I was young
Know thuggin’ in my blood, [?] in my blunt
Gettin’ that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come
I’ma make somethin’ out of nothin’, know this shit been in my blood
Lame ass town like livin’ from the hood