That's What It Is

That's What It Is

Styles P

[Eve]
They usually hate her when she comes around
Huh, first lady mobbin' nigga hit the ground
Next break into that who we what a sound
Heads bopping, never fails once the Doc's around
Hating the fact that she do things on both sides
But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right?
Lady like in many ways
Because in trust I can be crazy like on any day
Some do they dirt but best believe in time they pay
Do believe in letting shit chill til the promised day
Huh, seems they just fade away
I love it 'cause them clowns they just paved the way
Left it wide open got no time to play
Mad 'cause shit changed got no time to stay
Considered snobby then just hate me I don't give a fuck
Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up...

[Chorus: Styles]
Eve don't give a fuck about you
That's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch
That's what it is
But she goin' stay ladylike
That's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like
That's what it is
Think I got your house shot
That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt
That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed
That's what it is
'Cause we don't give a fuck about you
That's what it is

[Styles]
I ain't got a moment to waste
I'm trying to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face
And they can't see your eyes or your nose
Why P? 'cause 4, 5 slugs is consuming the space
This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the Scorpion
I don't stop popping 'til your body don't breathe
Clap more than the audience, after the show
Stab more than the butcher, and I'm kinda righteous
So I'ma help you pray for the Lord when I push ya
She the First Lady, I'm the ghost with the gun
Aimed at your son that'll love to burst crazy
Ruff Ryding the clique, come up outta your shit
Get clapped in the wig, sold alot of records
But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids
Gat to the back and the ribs
We the hood, even Holiday bitch that's what it is

[Chorus]

[Eve]
Broke out and got grown, holdin her own
That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong
I don't even fuck around 'less your head strong
Ain't too many that's around that can match they mind blown
Can't figure her out
Is she street, sweet, gutter, I'm from the hood
A lot of y'all niggas gold
This bitch two million sold
And I just figured that I'd make it known
Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you crossfire
Thought you was the realest you said you caught liar
Any time you at where I be, I'ma try you

[Chorus]

Written by YOUNG, ANDRE / STORCH, SCOTT / JEFFERS, EVE / STYLES, DAVID / DEAN, DARRIN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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