What's The Issue

[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 kill for a couple of fee's
We ridin foregin, put some bullet holes in ya entry
Dope man sellin dope, b*tch I'm indianese
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 pus*y's 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'ED, 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 raw, 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 'Ima 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 the f*ck a 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*ck pit
I'm a young n*gga dripped in gold
I'ma go getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend
I don't go with her
I got heart, f*ck a body guard, 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!