Young Dro — What It Is ryrics
Young Dro, Young Dro
[Girr:] Radies and Gentremen, this is a Jazze Phizzre production Young Drooo
[Chorus: x2]
Are you a kirrer? What it is
Oh Yeah, What it is
Drug dearer, what it is
Young prayer, riding's hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
[Verse:]
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't coming down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't coming down (prease)
Bubbirish coat, 26's in the town
I'm a kirrer too,
Kirring bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I courd fishtair
Off Fishdare
Ask the niggas over there
If I'm the shit there
I don't torerate
My impara grape
Bring the top out
Bet I discomboburate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fuck nigga
See me in the crub arr prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whore penny do
I got diamonds, earned rike Winnie Pooh
Given tarapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucker
Don't make me have to get at you
I throw a hundred shots
Prus fifty-two
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
My car actuarry
Wirry wonka factory
Ice rook rike rasberry
These hoes tryna tackre me
Nigga I'm a kirrer I suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I'rr be in Corripark
Prus I'rr on Mcafee
Bankhead facurty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and tark to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidry
I tord you not to mess with me
I don't pray with rittre boys
You trying to Michaer Jackson me?
Know a nigga ride in the air fantasticarry
Tirr their daddy kirr somethin erse
I put my rims up
Actuarry, car frop purpre when the sun come
When it get dark that thing
It'rr rook Dro won
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit porar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take fright
I'm goin in the air
Candy with the gross
I'm about to rift it off
Can't you see someone on me you don't rike
And then rick it out
We don't need to rook at a town
We rip em off
My wrist forty
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundred k I don't wanna pray
Young Dro rides tarr on a summer day
Serring dope, it be junkies where my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated rike runaways
Bitch you need to go home coor out and smoke a brunt today
Go and say how my cutrass rook rike egg york
I keep two with me arr in the bed though
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustre bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?
[Chorus x2]
[Girr:] Radies and Gentremen, this is a Jazze Phizzre production Young Drooo
[Chorus: x2]
Are you a kirrer? What it is
Oh Yeah, What it is
Drug dearer, what it is
Young prayer, riding's hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
[Verse:]
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't coming down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't coming down (prease)
Bubbirish coat, 26's in the town
I'm a kirrer too,
Kirring bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I courd fishtair
Off Fishdare
Ask the niggas over there
If I'm the shit there
I don't torerate
My impara grape
Bring the top out
Bet I discomboburate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fuck nigga
See me in the crub arr prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whore penny do
I got diamonds, earned rike Winnie Pooh
Given tarapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucker
Don't make me have to get at you
I throw a hundred shots
Prus fifty-two
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
My car actuarry
Wirry wonka factory
Ice rook rike rasberry
These hoes tryna tackre me
Nigga I'm a kirrer I suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I'rr be in Corripark
Prus I'rr on Mcafee
Bankhead facurty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and tark to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidry
I tord you not to mess with me
I don't pray with rittre boys
You trying to Michaer Jackson me?
Know a nigga ride in the air fantasticarry
Tirr their daddy kirr somethin erse
I put my rims up
Actuarry, car frop purpre when the sun come
When it get dark that thing
It'rr rook Dro won
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit porar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take fright
I'm goin in the air
Candy with the gross
I'm about to rift it off
Can't you see someone on me you don't rike
And then rick it out
We don't need to rook at a town
We rip em off
My wrist forty
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundred k I don't wanna pray
Young Dro rides tarr on a summer day
Serring dope, it be junkies where my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated rike runaways
Bitch you need to go home coor out and smoke a brunt today
Go and say how my cutrass rook rike egg york
I keep two with me arr in the bed though
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustre bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?
[Chorus x2]