Issues - Yg

Issues - Yg Lyrics

Issues Lyrics[Chorus]
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
More money, more problems, this shit gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, rich as fuck, you know I am
But somehow I'm still in shootouts with a gun that jam
Caught us lackin', bullets flyin', active, had us runnin', man
But you know my brothers double-back, we don't do no runnin'
Man, man, I'm too rich for this shit
Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it
Fuck y'all, that's why I can't leave without this dick
At night, it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick
What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard
I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me likе a sucker
Thinkin' I'm just in my head, you's a cold motherfuckеr
Man, it's wet as fuck, beefin' with your brothers when you love 'em
Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the ecstasy
Give you, I'm thinkin' 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sick in the seats of the foreign while thinkin' who testin' me
Tweakin', I don't trust a bitch I fuck, she layin' next to me (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
More money, more problems, this shit gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)

[Verse 2]
Man, leave me the fuck alone
I changed my number for a reason, why else you callin' my phone?
Your negative energy beats you strong
Fuckin' up my thinkin' process, bitch, I'm tryna write the song
Where was we at? Okay, the homie ran off with the packs
Where was we at? The homie gave his 4Hunnid chain back
Money and straps I put in the hood, back to back
Shit got hot, start backin' back, homies politicin' on that
It's a lot on my hands, y'all'll never understand shit
I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my mans
This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause niggas know, keepin' it solid, that shit part of my brand
Ayy, you gotta feel me, I'm missin' niggas like Nipsey
And the trenches is tricky, it get mickey, Walt Disney
This shit be too much to deal with, man, I could end it in a quickly
Wanna top in the Glock right at my head, don't tip me
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Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
More money, more problems, this shit gift cool
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' me sick news
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (Pistols)