Issues (Explicit) 歌詞
Issues (Explicit) - YG
Lyrics by：Dejan Nikolic/Keenon Jackson/Dylan James Berg/Kelton Lanier Scott II/Bijan Amirkhani
Composed by：Dejan Nikolic/Keenon Jackson/Dylan James Berg/Kelton Lanier Scott II/Bijan Amirkhani
B***h I got issues
Still thuggin' they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols
B***h I got issues
More money more problems this s**t gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols
Yeah rich as f**k you know I am
But somehow I'm still in shootouts with a gun that jam
Caught us lackin' bullets flyin' active had us runnin' man
But you know my brothers double-back we don't do no runnin'
Man man I'm too rich for this s**t
Take me away from my girlies I can't picture it
F**k y'all that's why I can't leave without this d**k
At night it's under the pillow I dream about the stick
What's up with your brother
S**t I ain't talk to Mustard
I just fell back can't let a n***a treat me like a sucker
Thinkin' I'm just in my head you's a cold motherf**ker
Man it's wet as f**k beefin' with your brothers when you love 'em
Respectfully I'ma sip the drink and pop the ecstasy
Give you I'm thinkin' 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sick in the seats of the foreign while thinkin' who testin' me
Tweakin' I don't trust a b***h I f**k she layin' next to me
Ooh
B***h I got issues
Still thuggin' they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols
B***h I got issues
More money more problems this s**t gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols
Man leave me the f**k alone
I changed my number for a reason why else you callin' my phone
Your negative energy beats you strong
F**kin' up my thinkin' process b***h I'm tryna write the song
Where was we at
Okay the homie ran off with the packs
Where was we at
The homie gave his 4Hunnid chain back
Money and straps I put in the hood back to back
S**t got hot start backin' back homies politicin' on that
It's a lot on my hands y'all'll never understand s**t
I don't even understand I kept it solid with my mans
This wasn't part of my plans this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause n***as know keepin' it solid that s**t part of my brand
Ayy you gotta feel me I'm missin' n***as like Nipsey
And the trenches is tricky it get mickey Walt Disney
This s**t be too much to deal with man I could end it in a quickly
Wanna top in the Glock right at my head don't tip me
B***h I got issues
Still thuggin' they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols
B***h I got issues
More money more problems this s**t gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me I'm buyin' pistols
Pistols