Issues lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m just riding with my pistol, cause n*ggas out to get you
Run right through my block, you gon’ get your issue
All my jewelry on, naw these ain’t no crystals
Breezy got the MAC, and I got my own pistol
I’ma bend that b*tch right over, naw b*tch I can’t be gentle
Get your feet up off my dash, b*tch this ain’t no f*cking rental
I can’t give you nothing, b*tch what’s on your mental
You said I had a big boy and I meant he had a pencil
But I don’t need that info, all we do is drink and f*ck
Man this b*tch a nympho, told her I need info
Bout a n*gga, she say tenfold
My n*ggas ain’t my n*ggas, man them my f*cking kinfolk
A lot of n*ggas plotting on me, got to keep that nickel
But I got to keep that nickel
I leave a pus*y n*gga stretched if that pus*y n*gga tripping
Get your thirsty ass back, you can’t get none’ what I’m sipping
You gon’ get your f*cking issue b*tch
All my jewelry on and your sh*t ain’t official b*tch
I got all these f*cking dishes b*tch
Please don’t cry to me so save your f*cking tissues b*tch
You pull up on my block and all my n*ggas on that 6 O sh*t
Pull up in a whip, you can’t see in it but I’m with your b*tch
Hundreds after hundreds and your pockets broke so fix that sh*t
All she do is suck on me, but I never kiss your b*tch
Disrespect the squad, I guarantee I bet we fix your sh*t
Run up with that nina, damn, guaranteed to split your sh*t
Dropouts like the Carter, do jack city on that nino sh*t
They tried to put me in the dark, still you see my wrist gon’ flick