YM - Issue Lyrics

Hey
Hey What's the issue
Shorty what's the issue
Hello
Shorty what's the issue
Hello
Shorty what's the issue
Issue issue issue issue
Heard you got a problem
Shorty what's the issue
Yeah
You got all these f*ckin issues
I'm makin that ass clap
I heard it pop like pistol
Shorty bad
Flyin off
I'm talkin rocket missle
Got her attention and I ain't even whistle
Weed colorful
Tastin rainbows like some skittles
I'm just tryna f*ck
There's no meaning
Yeah no riddle
I'm pushin bitches out
Now they distant from the middle
Where the band at
Playing girls like a fiddle
What's
The
Issue
Got so much paper and I ain't talkin tissue
Like a referee
Making plays so official
Your chains fake
Yeah that gold artificial
VVS on me
YM the initials
Getting cheddar like a mouse
Stuart Little
Y'all spending bands on girls just to f*ck
I swear mine would do it for a nickel or a buck
Aye times runnin out
Yeah you outta luck
My crews fed
Yeah we never missin lunch
Pack so loud that it came with a punch
Girls fall for me so quick thinkin I am the one
I just wanna flirt and f*ck
Swear I am only hitting it once
19 getting lit like I'm 21
Woods to the face
I'm so baked
Yeah I'm overdone
Got bad hoes on the first try
Hole in one
Askin bout this rap shit
Bitch I just begun
Huh huh
Weeds fillin up my lungs
Blunt after blunt I can never get enough
Don't want one girl
Need all of the above
YM got the thang that the shortys all love
Mixin red and green
Got a holiday in my cup
And just like that yeah ah bitch I'm turnt up
Uh yeah you got all these issues
Makin that ass clap
Heard it pop like pistol
Shorty bad
Flyin off
I'm talkin rocket missle
Got her attention and I ain't even whistle
Weed colorful
Tastin rainbows like some skittles
I'm just tryna f*ck
There's no meaning
Yeah no riddle
Pushin bitches out
Now they distant from the middle
Where the band at
Playin girls like a fiddle
YM