What's the Issue lyrics

[Verse]

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 niggas let em live bring that nigga to me

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

My niggas kill for money, but for me they kill ya for free

When you jumped off that porch niggas in the middle of the street

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

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

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

I make these big booty bitches wash the dishes for me

And if you yelling bout some beef, bet 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's

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

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

We ridin foregin, put some bullet holes in ya entry

Dope man sellin dope, bitch how many ya need

She said Lud Foe is you gon fuck me

I said bitch I'll see, she said Lud Foe you burning up

I told that bitch I agree

I gotta shout out Mama Dukes, just for raising the Beast

I name these bullets Tylenol put you pussy's to sleep,

Aye I put the pussy to sleep

This nigga said he coming for me,

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

Lil nigga 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 a seeeecret

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

Lil nigga 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 nigga wanna sneak diss

We pull up on ya 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 can 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'd spazz out

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

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

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

Nigga, I heard you on that goofy shit, hating ass nigga

On my dick on that groupie shit

Nigga, already know we do this shit

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

You figure, you thinking that we cool and shit

Dissing in ya raps 'Ima show you how the uzi spit

I'm off pills and liquor, riding with the steel finna kill a nigga bitch

And no I don't feel these niggas

What’s a fucking 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 nigga 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 fear no nigga

Play it smart If you don't play ya part, you a smoke nigga

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

Hit the gas, do the dash, murcielago nigga

I'm out West 290, I’m a young Chicagorilla

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

Put them bullet holes in ya anus, if you fuck with us

And we gon make a fuck nigga famous put him on a picture

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

Suck my dick then I dismiss her

She crying, ya mama need some tissue

When it hit you, now ya mama miss you

FUCK NIGGA WHAT'S THE ISSUE!

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)