Issue lyrics

[Intro]
Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby

[Chorus]
You n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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)

[Verse 1]
I'm hearin' around up in my city n*gga 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, n*gga, they'll slice your throat
They want Bankroll to blow, they really tryna test my gangster
But like a disrespectful child, n*gga, I'ma spank you
I put a bag up on your head, I'll hire your friend to stank you
My n*ggas snatchin' souls, n*gga, 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 pus*y '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

[Chorus]
You n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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)

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas 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 di*k and got curves like some hips
I can get a n*gga flipped, huh
I can get a n*gga zipped
I ain't gotta pay sh*t, Lil J still down for a hit (What up, J?)
n*gga better not play (Nah)
Swear to God you gon' lay (You gon' lay)
Put a bag on a n*gga head
Get him gone by today
[Chorus]
You n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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)