Issues

[Verse 1] I’m just riding with my pistol, cause niggas out to get you Run right through my block, you gon’ get your issue All my jewelry on, naw these ain’t no crystals Breezy got the MAC, and I got my own pistol I’ma bend that bitch right over, naw bitch I can’t be gentle Get your feet up off my dash, bitch this ain’t no fucking rental I can’t give you nothing, bitch what’s on your mental You said I had a big boy and I meant he had a pencil But I don’t need that info, all we do is drink and fuck Man this bitch a nympho, told her I need info Bout a nigga, she say tenfold My niggas ain’t my niggas, man them my fucking kinfolk A lot of niggas plotting on me, got to keep that nickel But I got to keep that nickel I leave a pussy nigga stretched if that pussy nigga tripping Get your thirsty ass back, you can’t get none’ what I’m sipping You gon’ get your fucking issue bitch All my jewelry on and your shit ain’t official bitch I got all these fucking dishes bitch Please don’t cry to me so save your fucking tissues bitch You pull up on my block and all my niggas on that 6 O shit Pull up in a whip, you can’t see in it but I’m with your bitch Hundreds after hundreds and your pockets broke so fix that shit All she do is suck on me, but I never kiss your bitch Disrespect the squad, I guarantee I bet we fix your shit Run up with that nina, damn, guaranteed to split your shit Dropouts like the Carter, do jack city on that nino shit They tried to put me in the dark, still you see my wrist gon’ flick