Issues Lyrics

A shooting pistol

A milli really tell me whats the issue

Foes we running through em

Soft like they made of tissue

It aint a issue longs we get them big bills

Homie im the big deal

Horny make ya chick feel

You know the deal

My niggaz tell you i been the best

Your boy well connected like you surfing the internet

Hometown asking em

How do i do this

If it wasnt for this here

With no purpose you useless

So push hard

Rid of work on the strip fast

Doing all the pitching

More assists than kid has

They say i do this rap thing to try to get rich

Thats true but trying to do more

Than put ice on the wrist so holla

Take this game

Ima cook up the thing

Now killing it get with the program

Gotta bully this kid

Your boy right handed

But put in work with the left hand

For that cash do more stretching out than wristband

When theres beef know im ready to cock mine

While looking for a deal

Put your name on the dotted line

Look homie got a lotta lines

The game just start running it

Like dizzy dean aint bragging if you done it

Punk listen

He front the pump will lift em

Been ill arms cocked throwing em windmills

You got work

I want half dont care if its too much

If its a problem

Then i tell em is we beefing or what

Your girl need a helping hand

Might give her a holla

If i dig her broads get to clearing out like a team roster

Busy man god dealt me this wicked hand

When letting off the shots fired

Sink in like quicksand

A shooting pistol

A milli really tell me whats the issue

Foes we running through em

Soft like they made of tissue

It aint a issue longs we get them big bills

Homie im the big deal

Horny make ya chick feel

Go retarded youngin this a house party

Got the homies here want beef then we can get it started

Get to balling

Amounts of cash big im on it

If its a race shake and bake

Do the ricky bobby

Need to give it a rest

Bars dope raw like that coke

Tucked up under your girl breast

Step to me dog it aint even worth it

Leaving you broke

That ass need more help than a temp service

You twenty pound dumbbells

So get to lifting em

Colors get to fading like cars with dark tints on em

Niggaz in the game

Team up im yall problem

This a harvest

Get to picking need a new target

Your boy here been ready spit

You try to walk in my shoes

Get put in a ditch

You small time and me

Im talking big business

When you rap it sound sort of like a bitch singing

Man im a certified convict

Been hot since my first sixteen

You hardly put time in

By the years end

Going to see what im worth

It sucks not to be on top

I know the feeling it hurts

So you put out that hard this lick man

Quick them knees buckling

How you walk with no limbs man

The game mine long term ima stretch it

You niggaz couldnt take over

If i left like jay left it

Them goons quick to put your sneaks on lean

For that bread

Yes he going lean so lean

Bring it to a bastard who want it

And save them threats

Cause look dog i dont care who you run with

A shooting pistol

A milli really tell me whats the issue

Foes we running through em

Soft like they made of tissue

It aint a issue longs we get them big bills

Homie im the big deal

Horny make ya chick feel

Go retarded youngin this a house party

Got the homies here want beef then we can get it started

Get to balling

Amounts of cash big im on it

If its a race shake and bake

Do the ricky bobby