No Issues

Mike, Mike, you be goin' crazy
Heard they sneak dissin, but that ain't never been a issue
I ain't never gon' fall off as long as I could get a pistol
As long as I could get a rental, a flip phone to make some calls
It ain't shit that you can do with me, but sit back, watch me ball
Really got it out the mud, man, I started out with nothin
I couldn't even get no front, cause ain't nobody out here trust me
Before I used to hit the south, I used to hit my block to dump it
I ain't never gon' be broke as long as I could spot a junkie
If I wake up and I ain't got no perks, my whole day gon' be grumpy
Feel emotional when I be sober, don't nobody love me
Baby mama say she love me, she won't put no one above me
Buy her anything she want long as she don't fuck nobody but me
Pussy tighter than two people tryna squeeze off in a onesie
Booty everywhere, that BBL be bussin' out that one piece
Rat hoes come a dime a dozen, catch a real one, then you lucky
I could tell how much she love me by how frequently she suck it
Off of Adderall, I'm buggin, pill the same color a pumpkin
When a pop call, I'm comin, I don't put nothin' before my money
Popped two thirties, I was too high, tryna fuck her with the gummy
When I got locked up for nothin, I was on the pod dumpin
I call bae like, check your cash app
She like, what you sellin? I'm like, bae, don't ask that
Just swipe that money off your card and go and stash that
Matter fact, scratch that, you can have that
A brick press a do good things to a bad batch
You ain't never gave no dog to a lab rat
Have you ever dropped your nuts and got a bag
Lost it all and got it back
Have you ever seen a brick of brown dope? I gotta ask
It look just like a brick of white dope, that got a tan
I'ma make it out this bitch, I swear to God, I got a plan
If you got arms, legs, and hands, and a phone, you got a chance
I can get you what you want, what's the most that you be payin
I ain't got no time to kick it phone be slammin' and shit
You wonder why you always broke, you always layin' with a bitch
If you see me sittin' quiet, I'm probably planning some shit
Like, should I send this one hoe to Kansas again
Like, should I do the Louis or the Lavins again
You ever walked out the Gucci store with bags of the shit
I be, I be pinchin' out the bag when I grit
Miss Jackie, she be callin' back mad when she miss
When I fuck my bitch off perks, I get nasty and shit
Ate that BBL from the back, I had ass on my head