The Store

[Intro: No i$$ue]
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
(Mothafuckin i$$ue)
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea

[Hook: No i$$ue]
Late night runs out to the store
What you want, I’m finna go
Need a blunt, I’m tryna roll
Plus got cotton mouth, you know
This my shit talk, what I’m on
Brought my twin Glocks, who want smoke?
If this bitch cock, it’s gone blow
Yea we on that shit fasho
Aye we mobbin to the store

[Verse 1: No i$$ue]
Aye that nigga do whatever a nigga choose, don’t recommend shit
Ion care to listen, I see why they offended, look at my pendant
Aye
Gang shit, we mobbin to the store, don’t test my patiеnce
Yea I’m on ape shit, wе go bananas on em, I call em bape clips

[Verse 2: 6Two Cory]
I’m the candy man at the candy store, got candy rock and it’s boomin
Candy corn on the old school, 442 got that moving
Niggas mobbin out the traffic, pull up at the red light, one through him
Hit the city for the night, corner store, brown paper bag, blew it
Threw some racks for some buns to clap, girl do yo dance for these hunnids
A corner store nigga running up a check every time, yea I love it
Spin the block on my who-da-who’s, niggas came through by the dozen
All summer got the streets hot, 62 hotter than a oven

[Verse 3: No i$$ue]
Boo
It’s da i$$ue, no I didn’t mean to scare you
Aye
Got hunnid sticks, my life yea don’t even compare it
My engine growling you can hear me how I’m coming through the area
The way she looking let me know that I’m ahead of ya

[Verse 4: 6Two Cory & No i$$ue]
Long nights, turn into a gremlin, this a lifestyle I ain’t choose it
Yea and if he out of place, he gone get erased and like a led pencil finna use it
Don’t you dare complain, blower to the brain, do him like I’m Caine, I can prove it
Aye
These niggas lying like ? so I gotta keep the switch no don’t do it nigga

[Hook: No i$$ue]
Late night runs out to the store
What you want, I’m finna go
Need a blunt, I’m tryna roll
Plus got cotton mouth, you know
This my shit talk, what I’m on
Brought my twin Glocks, who want smoke?
If this bitch cock, it’s gone blow
Yea we on that shit fasho
Late night runs out to the store
What you want, I’m finna go
Need a blunt, I’m tryna roll
Plus got cotton mouth, you know
This my shit talk, what I’m on
Brought my twin Glocks, who want smoke?
If this bitch cock, it’s gone blow
Yea we on that shit fasho
Aye we mobbin to the store

[Outro: No i$$ue]
Bout that money, I stay up in it
Yea, yea
Bout my hustle, I stay up in it
Yea, yea
Bout to bubble cause I stay up in it
Yea, yea
I’m bout my issue, mane I stay up in it
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Finna go out to the store
Yea you know I’m finna go