Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's the Issue, artist - LUD FOE.
Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What's the Issue |
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 niggas let em live bring that nigga to me |
I’m so anonymous and ain’t no nigga bigger than me |
My niggas kill for money, but for me they kill ya for free |
When you jumped off that porch niggas 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 bitches wash the dishes for me |
And if you yelling bout some beef, bet not be mentioning me |
Bitch my shades cost a G, double G’s on my feet |
She eat my babies, I refuse to take a bitch out to eat |
We got 380's, Mac 11's, and we got 223's |
Michael Jordan’s on my feet bitch that’s 223's |
I just bought me a finger choppa for a couple of thieves |
It ain’t no pressure, get ya kill for a couple of fee’s |
We ridin foregin, put some bullet holes in ya entry |
Dope man sellin dope, bitch how many ya need |
She said Lud Foe is you gon fuck me |
I said bitch I’ll see, she said Lud Foe you burning up |
I told that bitch I agree |
I gotta shout out Mama Dukes, just for raising the Beast |
I name these bullets Tylenol put you pussy’s to sleep, aye I put the pussy to |
sleep |
This nigga said he coming for me, but when I run into that Nigga he be running |
from me, bitch |
Lil nigga you get RIP’ED, Balmain’s on me use to rock |
LRG’S bitch |
I fucked this bitch named Victoria, and she keep begging me to keep her a |
seeeecret |
I hit the mall buy it all, fuck a check up |
Lil nigga I ain’t really with that cheap shit |
I seen him on the internet tryna sneak diss, but I know he ain’t Really with |
that street shit |
Nina ross, she a freak bitch make her tongue kiss |
Any nigga 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 fucking with me wrong I’d spazz out |
Ain’t shit to put some money on his head I’ll cash out |
Nigga, there’s shooters that ain’t shoot at shit |
We pull up on you with them extended clips on that movie shit |
Nigga, I heard you on that goofy shit, hating ass nigga |
On my dick on that groupie shit |
Nigga, already know we do this shit, all my niggas win we ain’t really with |
that losing shit |
You figure, you thinking that we cool and shit |
Dissing in ya raps 'Ima show you how the uzi spit |
I’m off pills and liquor, riding with the steel finna kill a nigga bitch. |
And no I don’t feel these niggas |
What’s a fucking monkey to a real gorilla bitch |
We riding late on that hot shit, I snuck inside the club |
With the slump free, fresher than the cock pit |
I’m a young nigga dripped in gold |
I’ma go getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend |
I don’t go with her |
I got heart, fuck a body guard, I fear no nigga |
Play it smart If you don’t play ya part, you a smoke nigga |
I run them bands up fast, never been a slow nigga |
Hit the gas, do the dash, murcielago nigga |
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 fuck with us |
And we gon make a fuck nigga famous put him on a picture |
We roll a fuck nigga like a swisher, make a nigga bitch |
Suck my dick then I dismiss her |
She crying, ya mama need some tissue |
When it hit you, now ya mama miss you |
FUCK NIGGA WHAT’S THE ISSUE! |