Bitch, 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) Bitch, I got issues More money, more problems, this shit 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 fuck, 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 shit Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it Fuck y'all, that's why I can't leave without this dick At night, it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me likе a sucker Thinkin' I'm just in my head, you's a cold motherfuckеr Man, it's wet as fuck, 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 bitch I fuck, she layin' next to me (Ooh)
Bitch, 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) Bitch, I got issues More money, more problems, this shit 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 fuck alone I changed my number for a reason, why else you callin' my phone? Your negative energy beats you strong Fuckin' up my thinkin' process, bitch, 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 Shit got hot, start backin' back, homies politicin' on that It's a lot on my hands, y'all'll never understand shit 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 niggas know, keepin' it solid, that shit part of my brand Ayy, you gotta feel me, I'm missin' niggas like Nipsey And the trenches is tricky, it get mickey, Walt Disney This shit 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
Bitch, 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) Bitch, I got issues More money, more problems, this shit gift cool Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
