Issue

歌詞

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin', get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it they can get they issue (Who want it?) Your mama cryin' out her eyes, holdin' up them pictures (Not my baby) I swear to God that it ain't nothin', I can get up with you (Hey, it ain't nothin') I be somewhere up out of town when them killers hit you (Who's on his head?) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it they can get they issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin' get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah) I'm hearin' around up in my city nigga want some smoke Blow that smoke up in his face, you know that boy gon' choke Before you dive up in that water I hope you can float My killers move in silence, nigga, they'll slice your throat They want Bankroll to blow, they really tryna test my gangster But like a disrespectful child, nigga, I'ma spank you I put a bag up on your head, I'll hire your friend to stank you My niggas snatchin' souls, nigga, they'll leave you brainless That money root of all evil, Richard Porter you I want his head up on a platter I'll order you Don't try to play me like a pussy 'cause I'm trained to shoot, I'm trained to shoot I'll knock your dreads off your head and turn it to a taper, fool You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin', get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it they can get they issue (Who want it?) Your mama cryin' out her eyes holdin' up them pictures (Not my baby) I swear to God that it ain't nothin', I can get up with you (Hey, it ain't nothin') I be somewhere up out of town when them killers hit you (Who's on his head?) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it, they can get they issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin', get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah) Glock 9, Smith Wesson Kel-Tec, zip that AR, hit that AK, flip that And I ain't scared to take one Broad day, I face one CSI, Case One Like a Pelle, lace 'em (Lay 'em) Who want it? Who want it? (Who want it?) All my young niggas gunnin' (Gunnin') All my OG's comin' (Huh?) Swear to God we ain't runnin' (Nah) And I been rappin' bout the drip, huh Let me talk about this clip AR hold sixty, big dick and got curves like some hips I can get a nigga flipped, huh I can get a nigga zipped I ain't gotta pay shit, Lil J still down for a hit (What up, J?) Nigga better not play (Nah) Swear to God you gon' lay (You gon' lay) Put a bag on a nigga head Get him gone by today You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin', get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it, they can get they issue (Who want it?) Your mama cryin' out her eyes holdin' up them pictures (Not my baby) I swear to God that it ain't nothin', I can get up with you (Hey, it ain't nothin') I be somewhere up out of town when them killers hit you (Who's on his head?) I'm hollerin' any nigga want it, they can get they issue (Who want it?) A lot of blood, a lot of cryin', get that boy some tissue (Bah, bah)