ฟังเพลงNo Issues

Song: No Issues

Artist: Lil Poppa

Lyrics: Lil Poppa

Composed: KeyzMusic

Now bitch let's get tight back to business

They start it I'ma finish

It's just me Quez and Leeke, we got that .40 all in Lenox

Told them if a nigga get to trippin' leave his brains right by the fitted

The hardest nigga out my city ain't nobody fuckin' with me

But I meant that being humble, real rap this ain't no mumble

PJ might drop next summer already picked my baby momma

Until then I'ma keep these condoms and some shit

With a clip that's shape like commas

So run up you get stretched just like the rest who 'bout that drama

Heard the trap back open what you need, molly, pills or weed?

Just pull up on a nigga out east so hot make sure you clean

Still hit the south that shit be sweet on 103rd might meet a freak

Make sure she creep 'cause if it's sweet then we gone slide down moncrief

Niggas ain't never slide down my street, I wasn't worried, I never cared

They know my granny was sittin' right there in that chair sayin' prayers

A nigga slide then that's death DOA knock out his breath

'Cause we got shooters cross these streets and we got choppers up these stairs

And that's on God, bitch, I ain't lying, I can do this without even trying

Told them play blind 'cause they don't wanna see me shine and grind

Since 2016 I been in my prime

I was stuck in them trenches but made it out I guess that shit was perfect timing

I'm that nigga don't need the diamonds

Don't need the watch I told them watch

I'll say fuck it and hit the block, I'll say fuck it then drop the top

You don't wanna beef 'cause niggas droppin' especially not 'bout no thot

'Cause it's already getting hot and she already eating cock in here

Brodie got his Glock in here, I say "Go it ain't no stopping him"

Shaquille it ain't no blocking him

Shit real, they say niggas getting killed behind Lil Poppa them

My brother hit the curve and make a serve say he got rocks on him

The early birds get the worm so he say motherfucker the cops and them

Them youngins got Russian choppas on them ain't never keft America

I had to leave the bitch alone sh got to tweaking talking marriage

And I'ma get this money and fuck on London ain't talking Paris

Fuck 'em up buy another pair 'cause that's some shit that I don't cherish

Heard the opps smoke like swishers these niggas don't want no issues

Tryna put a nigga on a picture, it's a G on every pistol

On percs and weed, don't need no liquor, I'll probaly never forgive him

So we gone turn him to a victim him and whoever with him

I just said my prayers I'm feeling great, finna roll me up some wait

You know they want me to watch what I say

How many J's you smoked? eight

How many pills you on? 'bout four

Finna pop four more, bitch, that's eight

Besides the bullshit life's great, I can enter the heaven gates off my face

And I'm loaded, she say "Pull up" I say "Bitch, I'm on my way"

I heard that bitch home hope she got her dick on when they knock off her face

And they been scoping know these youngins 'round me roguish

Young and ready and hoping tryna bust his head wide open

Say I'm slept on but I ain't trippin' I'ma keep grindin' until I'm notice

Real is rare and I'm one of the rare fuck Higgs I'm chosen no more errors

Name another nigga harder than me in this era

Bar for bar, fuck all the likes, comments and shares

You ain't never looked down that barrow make a nigga tuck his tail

Pressure been applied bond got denied that's that shit that made you tell

But free my niggas in them systems I can't wait to y'all here

Slick jumped and I missed 'em only up from here this our year

Ain't no nigga breathing I'll fear brand new Glock with the extra gear

Aye, Twin hot say he tryna go get him a extra tear I'm like "Twin stop"

He just quiet don't think he a bitch 'cause he really not

For the love of Kim these niggas don't know nothing but spin blocks