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 n*ggas let 'em live, bring that n*gga to me
I'm so anonymous and ain't no n*gga bigger than me
My n*ggas kill for money, but for me they kill ya for free
When you jumped off that porch, n*ggas 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 b*tches wash the dishes for me
And if you yelling 'bout some beef, bet not be mentioning me
b*tch, my shades cost a G, double G's on my feet
She eat my babies, I refuse to take a b*tch out to eat
We got 380's, MAC-11's, and we got 223's
Michael Jordan's on my feet, b*tch, that's 223's
I just bought me a finger choppa for a couple of thieves
It ain't no pressure, get ya killed for a couple of fees
We ridin' foreigns, put some bullet holes in ya entry
Dope man sellin' dope, b*tch, how many ya need?
She said "Lud Foe, is you gon' f*ck me?"
I said "b*tch, I'll see", she said "Lud Foe, you burning up"
I told that b*tch I agree
I gotta shout out mama dukes, just for raising the Beast
I name these bullets Tylenol, put you pussies to sleep
Aye, I put the pus*y to sleep
This n*gga said he coming for me
But when I run into that n*gga he be running from me, b*tch
Lil' n*gga you get RIP'd, Balmain's on me use to rock
LRG's, b*tch
I f*cked this b*tch named Victoria, and she keep begging me to keep her a seeeecret
I hit the mall, buy it all, f*ck a check up
Lil' n*gga, I ain't really with that cheap sh*t
I seen him on the internet tryna sneak diss
But I know he ain't really with that street sh*t
Nina Ross, she a freak b*tch, make her tongue kiss
Any n*gga 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 f*cking with me wrong, I'd spazz out
Ain't sh*t to put some money on his head, I'll cash out
n*gga, there's shooters that ain't shoot at sh*t
We pull up on you with them extended clips on that movie sh*t
n*gga, I heard you on that goofy sh*t, hating ass n*gga
On my di*k, on that groupie sh*t
n*gga, already know we do this sh*t
All my n*ggas win, we ain't really with that losing sh*t
You figure, you thinking that we cool and sh*t
Dissing in ya raps, I'ma show you how the UZI spit
I'm off pills and liquor, riding with the steel, finna kill a n*gga b*tch
And no, I don't feel these n*ggas
What’s a f*cking monkey to a real gorilla, b*tch?
We riding late on that hot sh*t, I snuck inside the club
With the slump free, fresher than the c*ckpit
I'm a young n*gga dripped in gold
I'm a go-getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend
I don't go with her
I got heart, f*ck a bodyguard, I fear no n*gga
Play it smart If you don't play ya part, you a smoke n*gga
I run them bands up fast, never been a slow n*gga
Hit the gas, do the dash, Murcielago, n*gga
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 f*ck with us
And we gon make a f*ck n*gga famous, put him on a picture
We roll a f*ck n*gga like a Swisher, make a n*gga b*tch
Suck my di*k then I dismiss her
She crying, ya mama need some tissue
When it hit you, now ya mama miss you
f*ck n*ggA, WHAT'S THE ISSUE?!