Текст песни Issa No (375 Flow) - Moneybagg Yo

Lemme roll up another blunt
Smokin' on this 375 flow

Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no)
Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me)
Issa no from me (No from me), Issa no from me (No from me)
I can't let you get off killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Bow)

Blood on my chain but my watch like H2O
First a stingray then a Lambo, I just cop two in a row
Must be blind, 'cause I can't see myself fallin' out 'bout no ho
Issa no, watch what you type, don't lose your life over a post
She eat me 'fore she eat breakfast, snatched my soul, left me breathless
Back and forth we stay into it, she so insecure and jealous
Talking 'bout you want to well go on leave
I want you but what come with you, honestly I don't need
Don't be sendin' me no paragraph, that shit too much to read
Christian Dior pullover but my heart on my sleeve
I really witnessed trap niggas turn to rats 'bout that cheese
Really take the stand and sing, point a finger pleasure pee
Every day I'm John Doe, I got my strap 'fore my ID
Any diamonds hit like Tyson, see my ice 'fore you see me
My lil' project hoe, she get around but keep it real with me
Fuck her right and pay her bills, she let me swipe her EBT
Black tint, black truck, MAC tucked, ooh shit that's tough
Pour up, slow up, roll up, runts only jokes up
Ran it up no sweat, endless money long bread, ask head
Big bag, they mad, bankroll, thigh pads, bunk beds

Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no)
Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me)
Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no)
I can't let you get off killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Bow)

I can work my muscle, show you somethin' you never seen before
I'm one hunnid, fifty bands, fifty rounds in this Gucci coat
Turned a good girl to a nympho, hit it, now she want some mo'
Shoot it it start shakin', like the Draco caught the Holy Ghost
Sayin' what he gon' do, the word got out I heard
Some handguns and two sticks, I'm strapped in this suburban
I send the blitz, they get there quick and knock you off so urgent
Don't make me end your career early, retire your jersey
Lil' over thirty and my Glock extended clip, one in the head
Must be careful how I play it, it get shiesty bout that bread
Fifty thousand upfront end, when I get there pick up the back
Me and G'nem in a 'Lac, members trail us in a scat
She wouldn't fuck if I wasn't rich, might as well say I bought the bitch
Tryna talk how I be talkin', you can tell I taught the bitch
If it's fuck you then it's fuck you, I don't care bout who you with
Quick to make a opp go platinum, Nusky let the carbon hit (Brr)