Lud Foe - What's The Issue lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 n***as that I'm live bring that n***a to me I'm so anonymous and ain't no n***a bigger than me My n***as k** for money, but for me to k** ya for free When you jumped off that porch n***as in the middle of the street Better be cool cause if you don't I'll hit ya a** 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 b**hes wash the dishes for me And if you yelling bout some beef, bet not be mentioning me b**h my shades cost a G, double G's on my feet She eat my babies, I refuse to take a b**h out to eat We got 380's, Mac 11's, and we got 223's Michael Jordan's on my feet b**h that's 223's I just bought me a finger choppa for a couple of thieves It ain't no pressure, get ya k** for a couple of fee's We ridin foregin, put some bullet holes in ya entry Dope man sellin dope, b**h I'm indianese She said Lud Foe is you gon f** me I said b**h I'll see, she said Lud Foe you growing up I told that b**h I agree I gotta shout out Mama Dukes, just for raising the Beast I [ ? ] put you p**y's to sleep, aye I put the p**y to sleep This n***a said he coming for me, but when I run into that n***a he be running from me, b**h Lil n***a you get RIP'ED, Balmain's on me use to rock LIG'S b**h I f**ed this b**h named Victoria, and she keep begging me to keep her a seeeecret I hit the mall buy it all, f** a check up Lil n***a I ain't really with that cheap sh** I seen him on the internet tryna sneak diss, but I know he ain't Really with that street sh** Nina Ross, she a freak b**h make her tongue kiss Any n***a wanna sneak diss We pull up on ya a** 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 told er 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 f**ing with me wrong I'd spazz out Ain't sh** to put some money on his head I'll cash out n***a, there's shooters that ain't shoot at sh** We pull up on you with them extended clips on that movie sh** n***a, I heard you on that goofy sh**, hating a** n***a On my dick on that groupie sh** n***a, already know we do this sh**, all my n***as win we ain't really with that loosing sh** You figure, you thinking that we cool and sh** Dissing in ya raps 'Ima show you how the oozie spit I'm off pills and liquor, riding with the steal finna k** a n***a b**h. And no I don't feel these n***as What the f** I'm mugging to a real gorilla b**h We riding late on that hot sh**, I snuck inside the club With the slump free, fresher than the co*k pit I'm a young n***a dripped in gold I'ma go getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend I don't go with her I got hot, f** a body guard, I feel no n***a [?] If you don't play ya part, you a smoke n***a I run them bands up fast, never been a slow n***a Hit the gas, do the dash, [?] gold n***a I'm out West 290, I'm a real Chicago realer He know where to find us, if he tryna bombard with us Put them bullet holes in ya an*s, if you f** with us And we gon make a f** n***a famous put him on a picture We roll a f** n***a like a swisher, make a n***a b**h s** my dick then I dismiss her She crying, ya mama need some tissue When it hit you, now ya mama miss you fu*k ni**a WHAT'S THE ISSUE!