Moneybagg Yo – Issa No (375 Flow) Lyrics

Issa No (375 Flow)

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"Issa No (375 Flow)." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:47 pm

Album: Time Served (Deluxe)

Track No: 02

Let me roll up another blunt
Smokin' on this...
375 flow
It's a no from me (It's a no), it's a no from me (It's a no)
Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me)
It's a no from me (No from me), it's a no from me (No from me)
I can't let you get off, killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Blaow)
Blood on my chain, but my watch like H2O (Watch like H2O)
First a Stingray, then a Lambo, I just copped two in a row (I just cop me some Lambo)
Must be blind 'cause I can't see myself fallin' out 'bout no ho (I can't fall out 'bout no bitch)
It's a no, watch what you type, don't lose your life over a post (No, no, no, no, no)
She eat me 'fore she eat breakfast, snatched my soul, left me breathless
Back and forth, we stay into it, she so insecure and jealous (Always thinkin' shit)
Talking 'bout, "You want to? Well, go on, leave" (Well go on)
I want you, but what come with you, honestly, I don't need (Nah)
Don't be sendin' me no paragraph, that shit too much to read (Shit too much to see)
Christian Dior pullover, but my heart on my sleeve (Wear it on my arm)
I really witnessed trap **** turn to rats 'bout that cheese
Really take the stand and sing, point a finger, Pleasure P (I can never do that, no)
Every day I'm John Doe, I got my strap 'fore my ID
And these diamonds hit like Tyson, see my ice 'fore you see me
My lil' project ho, she get around but keep it real with me
Fuck her right and pay her bills, she let me swipe her EBT (Uh, uh, ayy)
Black tint, black truck, MAC tucked, ooh, shit, that's tough (Woah)
Pour up, slow up, roll up, Runtz only, jokes up (No)
Ran it up, no sweat, endless money, long bread, ask Head (Ask)
Big bag, they mad, bankroll, thigh pads, bunk beds (Woo)
It's a no from me (It's a no), it's a no from me (It's a no)
Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me)
It's a no from me (No from me), it's a no from me (No from me)
I can't let you get off, killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Blaow)
I can work my muscle, show you somethin' you never seen before (Somethin' you never seen)
I'm one hunnid, fifty bands, fifty rounds in this Gucci coat
Turned a good girl to a nympho, hit it, now she want some mo'
Shoot it, it start shakin' like the Draco caught the Holy Ghost (Uh, uh, woah)
Sayin' what he gon' do, the word got out I heard (I ain't heard about it)
Some handguns and two sticks, I'm strapped in this Suburban (It's on me now)
I send the blitz, they get there quick and knock you off so urgent (Oh, so fast)
Don't make me end your career early, retire your jersey (Hang it up)
Lil' over thirty in my Glock, extended clip, one in the head
Must be careful how I play it (Why?), it get shiesty 'bout that bread (For real)
Fifty thousand up front end, when I get there, pick up the back
Me and G 'nem in a 'Lac, members trail us in a Scat
She wouldn't fuck if I wasn't rich, might as well say I bought the bitch
Tryna talk how I be talkin', you can tell I taught the bitch
If it's fuck you then it's fuck you, I don't care 'bout who you with
Quick to make a opp go platinum, Nusky let the carbon hit (Brr)

Writer(s): Demario White & Donovan Hardie.

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