What's The Issue Lyrics

They never fail to get they nose in my business, yeah

They think I can't peep it, and they wonder why I ain't hit them back

If it ain't 'bout a handout, they 'gone wish me dead

If it ain't about a favor, they 'gone wish me dead

(Ay, tell all of them haters they can lay to rest)

All y'all made y'all bed already

When I log on my phone

All I wanna' see is pretty bitches on my TL

No BBL (uh uh)

All natural the face

VV's and Chanel

If she pretty enough I'll hit her up to pay her nails

I been out the way, on some cool shit all year

Ain't got time for no drama

I ain't got energy to yell

Yans don't give a fuck about which bitch got a BBL

It ain't my, it ain't my business

(Na, it ain't my business)

They can't go up on they own

So they worried about what my bitch do

I don't got nobody in my home

But if I did, what's the issue?

What's the issue with that?

I don't got nobody that I want

But if I did, what's the issue?

My moves got 'em stressed out

I think they been watching me a lil' too hard

While this whole time I've been

Trying to lead myself in the right direction

I don't let none of it mess with my head

I can detect it (I can detect it, yeah)

A mile away

Don't worry about me

All you can do is worry about yourself

(Take the energy that you pouring out and pour it in yourself)

(Pour it in yourself)

(Pour it in yourself)

(Pour it in yourself)

They can't go up on they own

So they worried about what my bitch do

I don't got nobody in my home

But if I did, what's the issue?

What's the issue with that?

I don't got nobody that I want

But if I did, what's the issue?