paroles de chanson So What (feat. BoogieFTS, Flyboi Mall & Bleedem Mac) - No i$$ue

If a nigga think he up, when I walk in ima turn him down
Tables turned now
Yea he weeping like a hurt child
Mad I worked out
Seen me land, he trying to work now
You ain't got no hustle in you, how the fuck you know what work bout

No these niggas can't fuck with me
Can't be more than one beast
You ain't going with my team, you did not believe
This shit nothing to me
I don't really got the time to fuck you up
Really don't give a fuck
I be doing what I want, yea nigga so what
Why you think they call me No i$$ue, you want no problems with a thug

Aye
Fill him up with slug
I ain't really trying to hear what you talking, so what
i$$ue making in a second, what you make in a month
Heh
Well you can do the same thing, if you niggas wasn't dumb
Now they trying to catch up, I already won
Smoking good gas, I don't need no fucking drugs

I don't really give a fuck about a dumb bitch
Hit her from the back, gave her a concussion
Stack it up, I ain't really with the clubbing
I get bands in my sleep, bitches fuck it up
Say you got bows for the low then let me know sum
Really slime a nigga out like his nose running

No these niggas can't fuck with me
Can't be more than one beast
You ain't going with my team, you did not believe
This shit nothing to me
I don't really got the time to fuck you up
Really don't give a fuck
I be doing what I want, yea nigga so what
Why you think they call me No i$$ue, you want no problems with a thug

Aye
From the land to the bay
Hit the boldt foe I slid to LA
Made a way
Hunnid bows I done slid on a play
Cross the way
How I flip it, got it gone in a day
Any means, all work, no play
Triple beam for the fiends but the bricks I don't weigh
Call me Summertime Santa, way I'm sliding with the yay
What I say
Aye

Bands on da drip
Over, this shit regular though
Kick flavor out the black coupe
One sixty on the dash fool
Other brother copped the Benz
Other brother picked the scat
Might come bimmer truck, like Shotta, he just blapped it though
Six chains on my neck, I'm out the window, finna pop my ism
Cooks in the wood, sitting back behind dark tint

No these niggas can't fuck with me
Can't be more than one beast
You ain't going with my team, you did not believe
This shit nothing to me
I don't really got the time to fuck you up
Really don't give a fuck
I be doing what I want, yea nigga so what
Why you think they call me No i$$ue, you want no problems with a thug

Why you think they call me No i$$ue, you want no problems with a thug
Why you think they call me No i$$ue, you want no problems with a thug