No Issue

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Future & Juice WRLD] 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 issues 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, uh [Chorus: Juice WRLD] 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, but we been flew Ahh, ahh, ah [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] 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 hundreds in that bitch, ain't throwin' dubs Spend a check, oh, money love Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs 50K for the Birkin bag, did it just because I'm in Chicago where they drill, drill, drill, drill 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 [Verse 3: Future] Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club Hundred racks in my pockets, ain't no 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 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 [Chorus: Juice WRLD] 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, uh, uh [Outro: Future] 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