Moneybagg Yo - Issa No (375 Flow) Lyrics

Let me roll up another blunt
Smoke one

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, killer
Smoke you like some dope for me

Blood on my chain
But my watch like H2O (watch like H20)
First a stingray then a Lambo
I just cop two in a row (I just cop me soon's I go)
Must be blind 'cause I can't see myself
Falling out bout no hoe (I can't fall out by no bitch)
Issa no, watch what you type
Don't lose your life over a post (no, no, no, no, no)
She eat me 'fore she eat breakfast
Snatched my soul, left me breathless
Back and forth, we stayin' to it
She so insecure and jealous (always thinkin' shit)
Talkin' 'bout you want to, well, go on, leave (well, go on)
I want ya, but what come with ya, honestly, I don't need (nah)
Don't be sendin' me no paragraph
That shit too much to read (shit too much to see)
Christian Dior pullover, but my heart on my sleeve (wear it in my arms)
I really witnessed trap niggas turn to rats 'bout that cheese
Really take the stand and sing
Point a finger, Pleasure P (I can't ever do that, no)
Every day, I'm John Doe, I got my strap for my ID
And these diamonds hit like Tyson, see my ice 'fore you see me
My lil' project hoe, she get around, but keep it real with me
F*ck her right and pay her bills, she let me swipe her EBT (uh, uh, ayy)
Black tint, black truck, Mac tucked, ooh shit, that's tough (whoa)
Pour up, slow up, roll up, runts only, jokes up
Ran it up, no sweat, endless money, long bread, exhale
Big bag, they mad
Bank roll, 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 (no from me)
Issa no from me (no from me)
I can't let you get off, killer
Smoke you like some dope for me

I can work my muscle
Show you somethin you never seen before (somethin' you never seen)
I'm one hundred, fifty bands, fifty rounds in this Gucci coat
Turned a good girl to a nympho, hit it, now she want some more
Shoot it, it start shakin' like the Draco caught the Holy Ghost (huh, huh, whoa)
Sayin' what he gon' do, the word got out, I heard it (I heard about it)
Some handguns and two sticks, I'm strapped in this Suburban (it's on me now)
I send the blitz, they get there quick and knock you off so urgent (oh, so fast)
Don't make me end your career early, retire your jersey (hang it up)
Lil' over 30 in my glock, extended clip, one in the head
Must be careful how I play it (why?)
It get shiesty 'bout that bread (for real)
Fifty thousand up front end, when I get there pickup the back (another fifty stacks)
Me and G dem in a 'Lac, members trail us in a scat
She wouldn't f*ck if I wasn't rich, might as well say I bought da bitch
Tryna talk how I be talkin, you can tell I taught da bitch
If its f*ck you, then it's f*ck you, I don't care 'bout who you with
Quick to make a opp go platinum, Nusky let the carbon hit (brr)