Issa Hit

[Intro: Lul G] Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real shit Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real shit This, this shit got me tryna kill shit, uh, uh Got me on some real shit, yeah, yeah On some real shit, yeah yeah (Royal Beats on the track) [Verse 1: Lul G] I swear you can call my phone if you need a nigga to love you And baby you won't leave a nigga 'lone when you want me to touch you And these bitches that be hatin' on the low 'cause they know that we be fuckin' Don't leave yet, baby yeah you know, you know I be thuggin' You know I be thuggin', and you know we be lovin' (Love turned to fuckin', and fuck turned to lustin', yeah) Baby why it have to go this way? Probably got lost in the fame Probably why I'm sittin' in the system fighting cases I just wanna make bail so I'm [?] Yeah, it's a fifty round in this bitch A nigga play me, it's gon' be plenty rounds in that whip With the pop-ups, tired of niggas dissing and shit Tired of niggas sending shots, y'all missing and shit I slide down, when I blow I don't miss, it's a hit My baby brother, yeah he gon' so I'm slidin' and shit All your pictures on my wall got me cryin' and shit When I slide on your behalf, when I slide it's a hit When I slide it's a hit I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit [Chorus: Lul G] I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit [Verse 2: Mozzy] Was taught 'bout it mama, y'all love a thug I'm sleep walking off of yellows and mud, I'm finna slump baby A hundred ones, ten K and that ain't nothin' baby I'm finna take you to my jewelry, cop somethin', ain't he This shit brazy, fat yankee on my waist Thirty minutes away, I told you I'm on my way Told you you gon' be straight, take a look at you now Last nigga you was fuckin' with ain't Gucci you down Goofies and clowns, tell them boys maneuver around You don't need the L'Oréal, you a beautiful gal Coupe in the house, she trappin' for a coupe and a house Finna sit you down and see what you could do out of town [Chorus: Lul G] I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you lit