Issue - Bankroll Freddie

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)