No Issue

Don't let these bitches get in your head

(Wheezy outta here)

Fallin' out of love with Xanax

Livin' my life on the edge

I'm sacrificin' everything

I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol

I pop Rolexes like they Adderall

Continuin', deliverin' the substance

I'ma be there for my bros, one call

Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws

Don't you try and judge us

Don't you try and trust us

Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue

She gon' cry, cry, cry, she will miss you

Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo

I cannot save her, I'm not a hero

Bank account commas and zeros

Gucci, Amiri, my apparel

Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official

Fuck that bitch

I will not kiss her, I won't miss her

Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue

I get high, high, high, and have no issue

VVS on me, no igloo

You say you fly, but we been flew

Ahh, ahh, ah

I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future

Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future

Stripper bitches callin' on my phone

They wanna know when I'll show up to the club

'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs

Spend a check, oh, money love

Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs

50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because

I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill

No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real

FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real

Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins

Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club

Hundred racks in my pockets, and them Bloods

Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood

Got a million dollar ice just because

Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs

All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub

Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dub

Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel

No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real

Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed

Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'

Homicide-cide-cide

Let's get high, high, high

Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue

I get high, high, high and have no issues

VVS on me, no igloo

You say you fly, we been flew (Ah-aah)

You can see what we done been through

You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy

You don't know the way we been through

Bullets, fly, fly, fly

Make you cry, cry, cry