Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Issues, artist - YBS Skola. Date of issue: 23.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Issues |
| Yeah it’s forever shit, we livin' at 7-Eleven |
| Only the strong survive, for sure |
| You dig? |
| Elijah |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |
| Don’t nobody get no pass (No) |
| We savages and all we fear is feds (Yeah) |
| And if they get behind us, hit the gas (Skrrt) |
| Don’t tell 'em what’s in the stash (No) |
| These youngins doin' anything for cash (They crazy) |
| How you gon' rob that bank without no mask? |
| (Damn) |
| Boy, you that big and bad? |
| (Yeah) |
| He said, «My nigga, I really need a bag» (Bag) |
| I got three kids and none of them is fed (They hungry) |
| And that shit make me mad (For real) |
| And plus I got my eyes on that new Jag (Skrrt) |
| The summer time comin', I gotta drag |
| So I gotta get that cash |
| He 20 and he fuckin' with the glass |
| Ridin' 'round town, he ain’t got no mask |
| But he sure got a pistol |
| And he laid back, he blowin' grass (Blowin') |
| See them blue and whites, he gon' smash (Time out) |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |
| But shorty tryna do good (Good) |
| Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the 'Wood? |
| (Good) |
| Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the lean? |
| (Nah) |
| He said he off them things (Damn) |
| He pulled me over and looked me in the eyes (Ayy, yo) |
| He said, «Look man, I’m through with slangin' pies» (For real?) |
| That shit had me surprised |
| He said, «I'm just so glad to be alive» (Yeah) |
| I think I’m gon' get me a nine to five |
| Or get me my own business |
| Somethin' like assisted livin' |
| All I could do was nod and say, «I respect your hustle, pimpin'» |
| He said, «But if you need me, all you gotta do is call» (Hit me) |
| It ain’t no love lost, you gon' always be my dawg (Forever) |
| Say when it come to you, you know I’m breakin' law |
| I don’t give a fuck, they give me life behind the wall (None of that shit) |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |
| I’m still ridin' with the pistol |
| Prayin' that my charge get dismissal |
| Play with me and you gon' get your issue |
| Send them through his tissue |
| Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do |
| Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you |