ISSEI ft. MBRK Lyrics

Okay, put a switch up on a mic

I can catch a nigga with all of this wordplay

She ask me like "Zai, what you doing?"

I can't let you know what happened on the replay

I stay eatin' verses, if I think you earnest

Imma do the beat just like I'm Issei

Hold on baby, Im'a cut the drums out

I don't fuck round' with you niggas

I can get you out the picture, bitch you cut out

If you do me wrong, Im'a get you up-up out my circle

I ain't give a fuck now

If I run up on you, no chance

I got the cutlery, oh, man

She wanna fuck with me, goddamn

I'ma slide up in them jeans, rick on the pants

Owen, on that man

I need a baby girl, who finna slide (yeah)

I need that girl, gon' be my ride or die (ha)

Kickin' it, with the bullets

Fight or flight, up to heavens

He gon' reach the fuckin' sky

Kick it, wit' a baddie

She want bag me

Too bad, I am no average guy

Pull up to the addy'

You not ready, get shiesty

I'm really posted wit' Zai

I'd rather flip them patties, than push packs

You not honest, can't even look in my eye

Claimin' you gon' stop, me finna pop me?

Bum boy, you can go ahead and try

I stay push poppin' on these stacks

Rappers don't rock wit' me go get back

Speakin' in code my java gon' attack

Put my accolades up on a plaque

How you a munch? But she not even bad, wait

Had to slow it down, you not my pace

Stretch my check boy, you ain't seen Jake

Had to stuff the racks in a suitcase

Stattrak on my new bae

Yeah she kill my (beep) now her hips ache

Black girls on me, look like grip tape

She not my girl, if she don' bump cake (ha)

You don't like dis shit, that's a bad take

I done mistook you for a mistake

Finna left hook you in the right place

You gon' end up shook, for five days

Hop in, then hop out, the whip got no Glock out

It's hands for a Nigga if he tryna mess wit Mu, hah (yeah)

Fist to the skull, send a nigga to gulag

I pull up wit' Mubarak

Shawty dancin' like maracas, huh

Got these hoes on they paws, like I'm Mufasa

I ain't run up bitch, I jogged and I still got ya' (yeah)

Niggas walkin' on they walls my shit

Bass line, movin' like a beat pair it wit a kick

I'm In her mood, like Ice Spice

Bitch, you play wit the tool, I fight right

I'ma just play it cool, I just might

Put a nigga quicksand, T. Bright

(Goddamn)

Yeah

Y'all niggas can't do it like me