Language Lyrics

Issa Gang affair you better not say shit

Niggas talkin on the phone the police trace it

Going colorblind I’m seeing Blue faces

Y-3s with the buckle I don’t need no laces

Ain’t see the vision so I know they gon need lasic

That bitch ain’t want me but right now she wonna taste it

Grimey I’m the type of nigga you don’t want to play with

You ain’t getting bread, you don’t even speak my language

What’s a game without a plan

Smoke exotic herbs and I can’t even pronounce the strand

I been on the move, I can’t sit still or take the stand

If I hit her once, then imma try to hit again

If she don’t let me in it’s prolly cause I hit her friend

And I don’t really care cause these bitches is trifling too

Bossman Business suit

No hands we gon shoot

I need Bently coupe

My bitch beautiful

My kicks from Dover, mixing quali in my soda

Couldn’t find pineapple fanta, so I’m sippin coca-cola

Bussin jugs right off my celly, Like I trap off motorolla

There ain’t shit no one can tell me, cause a nigga too damn grown up

Im so sick no rona

My bitch bad and Moo like Doja

She like workin up a tap she poppin tabs and she a blowah

Why they postin hella guns but when there’s static never show up

995 to LCE shout out BlueGrin free Ra Balla

Issa Gang affair you better not say shit

Niggas talkin on the phone the police trace it

Going colorblind I’m seeing Blue faces

Y-3s with the buckle I don’t need no laces

Ain’t see the vision so I know they gon need lasic

That bitch ain’t want me but right now she wonna taste it

Grimey I’m the type of nigga you don’t want to play with

You ain’t getting bread, you don’t even speak my language

Corlyone and Bludakid, never small we do it big

Free my niggas doin bids, shout out hoes thats with the shits

So many I can’t handle this, pass rock I love assists

I’m a team player so if I’m up that means we all gon win

Money on my mental I know pussy rather sinful

It keep fallin in my lap I never chase so whats the issue

Im on point, poker sew tencil

Hollow tips shit look like pencil

If a nigga try to erase me

Have my youngins come and bless you

Plow

When we run down we masking up

Don’t get me mad cause I might erupt

We used to hoop in Aquaduct

Now we roll our opps like runtz

Rona got me paranoid, no sharing blunts

Corlyone making noise, better cherish him

I don’t really do that actin tough

Play with LCE and you getting slumped

No fair ones, you gettin jumped

Nigga run track like Forest Gump

Niggas talk shit but they be chumps

That’s yo bitch, well she gettin humped

If we send shots at any opps you best believe that gun get dumped

Lifestyle for the chicken if you live it know it aint for fun

Issa Gang affair you better not say shit

Niggas talkin on the phone the police trace it

Going colorblind I’m seeing Blue faces

Y-3s with the buckle I don’t need no laces

Ain’t see the vision so I know they gon need lasic

That bitch ain’t want me but right now she wonna taste it

Grimey I’m the type of nigga you don’t want to play with

You ain’t getting bread, you don’t even speak my language