Issa Hit lyrics

[Intro: Lul G]
Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real sh*t
Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real sh*t
This, this sh*t got me tryna kill sh*t, uh, uh
Got me on some real sh*t, yeah, yeah
On some real sh*t, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Lul G]
I swear you can call my phone if you need a n*gga to love you
And baby you won't leave a n*gga 'lone when you want me to touch you
And these b*tches that be hatin' on the low 'cause they know that we be f*ckin'
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 f*ckin', and f*ck 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 b*tch
A n*gga play me, it's gon' be plenty rounds in that whip
With the pop-ups, tired of n*ggas dissing and sh*t
Tired of n*ggas sending shots, y'all missing and sh*t
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 sh*t
All your pictures on my wall got me cryin' and sh*t
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 here
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 here
I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you here
I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you here

[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 sh*t 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 n*gga you was f*ckin' 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 here
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 here
I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you here
I swear to God I miss you Tu and I'm keepin' you here