What's the Issue

You can look into my eyes, see the demon in me

She wanna have my baby, she like, "Put that semen in me"

I told my ****, "Let 'em live, bring that **** to me"

I'm so anonymous and ain't no **** bigger than me

My **** kill for money, but for me to kill ya for free

When you jumped off that porch, **** in the middle of the street

Better be cool 'cause if you don't, I'll hit your ass with that heat

I told my mom I'm on a mission to take over the streets

I'm in the big body Bentley, pistol under the seat

I make these big booty bitches wash the dishes for me

And-and if you yelling 'bout some beef, better not be mentioning me

Bitch, my shades cost a G, double G's on my feet

She eat my babies, I refuse to take a bitch out to eat

We got .380's, MAC-11's, and we got .223's

Michael Jordan's on my feet, bitch, that's 223

I just bought me a finger chopper for a couple of thieves

It ain't no pressure, get ya kill for a couple of fee's

We riding foreign, put some bullet homes in ya entry

Dope man selling dope, bitch, how many you need?

She said, "Lud Foe is you gon' fuck me?" I said, bitch, I'll see

She said, "Lud For you growing up," I told that bitch I agree

I gotta shout of Mama Dukes, just for raising the beast

I named these bullets, Tylenol, put you pussies to sleep

Ay, I put the pussy to sleep, ay

This **** said he coming for me

But when I run into that **** he be running from me, bitch

Lil' **** you get RIP'ed, Balmain's on me use to rock LRG's, bitch

I fucked this bitch named Victoria

And she keep begging me to keep her secrets

I hit the mall, buy it all, fuck a check up

Look, ****, I ain't really with that cheap shit

I seen him on the internet tryna sneak diss

But I know he ain't really with that street shit

Nina Ross, she a freak bitch, make her tongue kiss

Any **** wanna sneak diss

We pull up on your ass with them glocks out

Mistake me for a janitor the way I bring them mops out

He running out of time, he done clocked out

I tote a Glock, but I still gon' box, you get knocked out

Remember selling poles at the trap house

Now I'm doing shows, adding money in my stash house

He fucking with me wrong, I spazz out

Ain't shit to put some money on his head, I'll cash out

****, there's shooters that ain't shoot at shit

We pull up on you with them extended clips on that movie shit

****, I heard you on the goofy shit, hating ass ****

On my dick on that groupie shit

****, already know we do this shit

All my ****'s win we ain't really with that losing shit

You figure, you thinking that we cool and shit

Dissing in your raps, I'ma show you how the Uzi spit

I'm off pills and liquor, 'round 'round with the steal, finna kill a ****, bitch

And, no, I don't feel these ****'s

What the fuck a monkey to a real gorilla, bitch

We riding late on that hot shit, I snuck inside the club

With the slump free, fresher than the cock pit

I'm a young **** dripped in gold

I'ma go getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend

I don't go with her

I got heart, fuck a body guard, I feel no ****

Play it smart, if you don't play your part, you a smoke ****

I run them bands up fast, never been a slow ****

Hit the gas, do the dash, Murcielago, ****

Out west 290, I'm a real Chicagorilla

You know where to find us, if he tryna bombard with us

Put them bullets holes in your anus, if you fuck with us

And we gonna make a fuck **** famous, put him on a picture

We roll a fuck **** like a swisher, make a **** bitch

Suck my dick then I dismiss her

She crying, your mama need some tissue

When it hit you, now your mama miss you

Fuck ****, what's the issue?