No Issue Lyrics - Future

Don't let these bitches get in your head 

(Wheezy outta here) 

Fallin' out of love with Xanax 

Livin' my life on the edge 

I'm sacrificin' everything 

I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol 

I pop Rolexes like they Adderall 

Continuin', deliverin' the substance 

I'ma be there for my bros, one call 

Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws 

Don't you try and judge us 

Don't you try and trust us 

Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue 

She gon' cry, cry, cry, she will miss you 

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Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo 

I cannot save her, I'm not a hero 

Bank account commas and zeros 

Gucci, Amiri, my apparel 

Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official 

Fuck that bitch 

I will not kiss her, I won't miss her 

Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue 

I get high, high, high, and have no issue 

VVS on me, no igloo 

You say you fly, but we been flew 

Ahh, ahh, ah 

I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future 

Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future 

Stripper bitches callin' on my phone 

They wanna know when I'll show up to the club 

'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs 

Spend a check, oh, money love 

Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs 

50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because 

I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill 

No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real 

FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real 

Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins 

Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club 

Hundred racks in my pockets, and them Bloods 

Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood 

Got a million dollar ice just because 

Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs 

All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub 

Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dub 

Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel 

No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real 

Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed 

Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin' 

Homicide-cide-cide 

Let's get high, high, high 

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Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue 

I get high, high, high and have no issues 

VVS on me, no igloo 

You say you fly, we been flew (Ah-aah) 

You can see what we done been through 

You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy 

You don't know the way we been through 

Bullets, fly, fly, fly 

Make you cry, cry, cry