What It Is

[Intro: Anti Richy]
(MIA JAY C)
Anti Richy, nigga
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Tuh

[Verse 1: Anti Richy]
Six niggas in the booth, what it is?
We all grown, we've been thuggin' since we was kids
Huh, I don't do no cappin', but I like to shop at Lid's
Always stayin' ten toes, we always standin' on the biz
Yeah, they just poured somethin' in my pop, look at it fizz
I got a mouthpiece on me, watch how it rizz
I cannot make this shit up at all, this how we live
How the fuck I got motion outside, ain't left the crib?
Yeah, in this bitch with thirty-two, talkin' Tre shit
Nah, I ain't thirty-two, but this a Tre hit
Look, turn the lights off in our section, we gon' stay lit
She got that pretty pussy cat, won't let me play with it
I only want it for a minute, ain't tryna lay in it
But if I blow my back out, I might fuck around and lay in it
Yeah, I'm a different type of breed, I'll play in it (Look)
See, I'll hit it and I dip, I won't stay in it

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Huh, sometimes I gotta see to talk so you could understand me
Huh, I don't trip 'bout havin' friends, I barely fuck with family
Huh, all I sell is bricks and 'bows, you'd rather run with Grammy
Huh, every time I count a thousand out, I rubberband it
Huh, 'fore you step inside my house, please remove your shoes
Stop actin' like you catch some pape', nigga, that's toos and fews
I can't fuck with edibles 'cause they be too infused
Huh, 12 couldn't get a word out me, I play too confused
Huh, my nigga Baby Tate writin' bars in a notepad
How y'all be gettin' all them strikers without a pro pad?
Huh, why every time you be outside, you don't got no cash?
Stop tellin' me you know Rio, bitch, you don't know Cash
Bitch, you don't know Trell, bitch, you don't know Will
I could've been moved out the hood, I turned down four deals
Huh, I can't split one plate with you, I need more meals
It's hard for me to go to sleep, but I don't got no pills
I don't got no Percs, I don't got no Oxys
I done ran out of Quagen, I'm finna go Wocky (Huh)
If I put everything on it, then how it's your body? (Hmm)
Rap really somethin' like a job, this shit ain't no hobby
Like, nigga, this shit be payin' bills
Like I ain't never left the streets, they know my name in hills
Huh, how the fuck you forty-five and you get eight in years?
Let the judge say that to you, that shit'd break your spirit
Come on

[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Real Money Counter MINE shit, nigga
It's Thirty