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moneybagg yo – issa no (375 flow) lyrics

[intro]
let me roll up another blunt
smoke, [?]

[chorus]
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)
issa no from me (no from me)
issa no from me (no from me)
i can’t let you get off k!llers
smoke you like some dope for me (baow)

[verse 1]
blood on my chain
but my watch like h2o (watch like h2o)
first a stingray then a lambo
i just cop two in a row (i just cop me some lambo)
must be blind, ’cause i can’t see myself
fallin’ out ’bout no hoe (i can’t fall out ’bout no b+tch)
issa no watch what you type
don’t lose your life over a post (oh no, no, no, no)
she eat me ‘fore she eat breakfast
sn+tched my soul, left me breathless
back and forth we stay into it
she so insecure and jealous (always thinkin’ sh+t)
talking ’bout you want to well go on leave (well go on)
i want you but what come with you, honestly i don’t need (nah)
don’t be sendin’ me no paragraph, that sh+t too much to read (sh+t too much to see)
christian dior pullover but my heart on my sleeve (wear it on my arm)
i really witnessed trap n+ggas turn to rat ’bout that cheese
really take the stand and sing, point a finger pleasure p (i can never do that, no)
every day i’m john doe, i got my strap fo 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
f+ck her right and pay her bills, she let me swipe her ebt (uh, uh, ayy)
black tint, black truck, mac tucked, ooh sh+t that’s tough (woah)
pour up, slow up, roll up, runts only jokes up
ran it up no sweat, endless money long bread, ask [?] (ask)
big bag, they mad, bankroll, thigh pads, bunk beds

[verse 2]
i can work my muscle, show you somethin’ you never seen before (somethin’ you never seen)
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 (uh, uh, woah)
sayin’ what he gon’ do, the word got out i heard (i ain’t 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 thirty and 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 upfront end, when i get there pickup the back
me and g nem 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 the b+tch
tryna talk how i be talkin’, you can tell i taught the b+tch
if it’s f+ck you then it’s f+ck you, i don’t care bout who you with
quick to make a opp go platinun, nusky let the carbon hit (brr)

- moneybagg yo lyrics

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