متن و پخش آهنگ No Issue از Future

متن کامل ترانه No Issue با صدای 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 feel misused 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 issues VVS on me, no igloo You say you fly, but we been flew Ah, ah, 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 dubs 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 dud 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 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-ah) 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