What Is That? (feat. Chrizzo)

(Bevans bumpin' bitch) This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that 'Cause This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that I'm out of town persevering (hey) She just keep crying and tearing I'm tryna be humble and caring (yeah) But all of these women keep staring She thinks I'm lying and cheating I'm tryna tell her the meaning (hey) She thinks that I wanna leave her (yeah) I'm doing my best just to please her I'm not tryna worry about that But I keep worrying then She posting these pics on the gram, she says that she needs a new man I call up my dogs with the plan (hey) We getting litty tonight No more tweaking about shit, I'm drunk and I'm living my life Got the vodka real cool over ice Holdup but where is the sprite She slide through she's coming at night Holdup but she ain't my wife Holdup she looking real nice I'm taking a chance roll the dice If she loyal and bad I might wife Yeah she loyal and bad so I might This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that 'Cause This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that What is that, what is that, split her back yeah (hell yeah) Do the math Chrizzo back for that cash yeah (hell yeah) If I see rash around her A-- I hit the dash yeah (I hit the dash) I got class I break her back she in the past yeah (She in the past) She biting the ruler, catching my kids Smith-Schuster (Steelers) Dream about be Freddy Krueger I get all this ice out the cooler I get all this drip from my jeweler I hit her then call her an Uber I don't have to call up my shooters I'm John Wick holding this Ruger (boom boom boom) Chrizzo shorty, calling all the birdies (aye) Flew her in from Jersey looking thicker than a turkey I ain't worried, give 208 shots like Urtee You can get your head popped like a perky Have my shooters up bright and early this shit... This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that 'Cause This shit tough (hey) And that's a fact (yeah) I do the dash shoutout Nash get that cash (hey) I'm going fast in my whip you in last (yeah) I'm on track you take laps you so wet like what is that