it is what it is (Explicit) - Big Sean/Gunna

Lyrics by：Sean Anderson/Theo Coakley/Sergio Kitchens

Composed by：Sean Anderson/Theo Coakley/Sergio Kitchens

Produced by：Turbo/Omar Grand

Yeah

It is

Woah

Woah woah

And I'm 'bout to get an IV so

Let me knock this out real quick

Run it back Turbo

Yep

Woah

B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'

C-My baby this big as it gets

D-Gets

Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though that's 'cause it is

It is

Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz

What

I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is

Run that **** back Turbo

Ayy woah yeah

Let's go let's go

It's simple but it ain't easy

Woah woah I got it figured out woah

Run it back Turbo

**** all that hatin' that **** a disease and they dyin' off

Woah

I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off

Cheffed up the product I put that ***** right on the shelf and hell yeah it's flyin' off

**** is you talkin' 'bout stupid

We out of here baby yeah I'm signin' off

Boy let's go

Whole different breed you know

My life a whole different degree you know

Tryna flip me a B-M-O no wonder I'm capital P you know

Wonder what side of the deal was cold

Me and Tone and Caprice you know

We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds and just roll up our sleeves you know

Understand niggas came straight out the concrete it wasn't no beef with the breeze you know

Straight up

Mobbin' like 'Pone capeesh you know

'Cause niggas need more than a piece lil' ho

God

Took a long way to the top

Top

Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track

Swerve

Face all on the front page I don't give a **** about no backlash

I been backstabbed and laughed at

We gon' see who get the ****in' last laugh

And we doin' more numbers than

What

Still doin' more numbers than hashtags

Yeah big business with a fat staff

In the crib alone having flashbacks

Like I really sacrificed it all

What

**** it I wanted it that bad nigga

B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'

C-My baby this big as it gets

D-Gets

Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though that's 'cause it is

It is

Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz

GunWunna

I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is

**** all that s**t let's get back to the business

I ran up them racks independent

Young Gunna Wunna

Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling

I can go blow me a million

Go blow me a million

Jump off the P I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons

Playin' the Piston

No time to wait I'ma hit it and skate hope they payin' attention

They try turn their back on the realists ain't work with the world ain't mean nothin' you ain't feel us

Niggas all hype need some realest my competition are like all of my children

Like all of my children

You like the type I can **** but can't wife but it's up when we linkin'

It's up

Young Gunna on the mic and I took all the ice niggas know they can't see me

Know they can't see me

Saint Laurent lens Wunna light bright can't nobody dim it

Nobody

Pull up big body Benz me and my twin and it's **** all the critics

**** all the critics

Me and my kin you ain't my type you like one of the gimmicks

Like one of the gimmicks

Ah pretty little ***** stopped at the light I played with her kitty

B-I-G B-I-G what are you sayin'

C-My baby this big as it gets

D-Gets

Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though that's 'cause it is

It is

Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal baby it's biz

Biz

I cut they ass off but **** it though cut me a check ho it is what it is

It is

It is yeah

It is what it is

It is

**** it it is what it is