Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez - It Is What It Is (feat. Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez)

(1209) (Got a 30 on my seat, uh) I miss you more than ever, pictures ain't doin' no justice They say I lost a friend and I told 'em I lost a brother Told 'em I lost a cousin, told 'em I lost a uncle Ma, it's hard to cope, but fuck it, I'm gettin' money I lost five homies, they lost ten So even though you cryin', ma, it is what it is Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all Real niggas winnin', know you proud of little Aus Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryna spin Gee, you gotta make niggas I put the drank down, back totin' blicks Know I'm ridin' with you, brother, on the strength If one of mines get killed on the ninth Five of yours gettin' killed on the tenth And I ain't into shit, just a nigga with a blitz package Say he took something from me, you niggas big cappin' After all this shit, you really think I'm still trappin'? (What?) Made three million every month, l damn near quit rappin', on God (yeah) I heard the bricks goin' up, I'm tryna grab some (for real) Hood rich nigga, Cartier Crash arm If she ain't good at suckin' dick, I gotta pass on her I ride Cadillacs, the bulletproof, the fast ones Niggas think they got a wave, but it won't last long (no) I be in the kitchen, cookin' with my mask on Sellin' pounds, gettin' it down, it was my platform If I don't know nothin', I know how to get a bag gone I give brodie all the lows, he runnin' through those I got 20 girlfriends, livin' like Pluto Double Patek duo in honor of my two homies, I miss y'all I sent that cash up, they spent, dog First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dog If a nigga who ever told call my phone, that's a missed call Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw I'm on the chase, parking lot, pourin' syrup, havin' withdrawals Had a X-ray today, I put a skeleton on two arms Slime a nigga quick, wipe his nose like a newborn Spin him, if he live, catch up with him when he discharge Won't catch a nigga sayin', "No Diddy," that's for lil' boys (whoa) Count this paper in a penthouse with a Rubi Rose I like hoes and I like money, but I can't bend or fold Me and bronem handle business like the Sinaloa Send the paper, send the addy, I'ma send a load Niggas live inside their studio they whole life And I ain't never go to practice, I'm like Allen Iverson And all they bitches wanna fuck me, that's why they don't like me I lost five homies, they lost ten So even though you cryin', ma, it is what it is Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all Real niggas winnin', know you proud of little Aus Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryna spin Gee, you gotta make niggas (I lost five)