Testo Issue - Bankroll Freddie
Testo della canzone Issue (Bankroll Freddie), tratta dall'album From Trap To Rap
Who made this beat?
Twysted genius, baby (twysted genius, baby)
You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (nigga 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 (eyes, 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 (hey, was it nice?)
Blow that smoke up in his face, you know that boy gon' choke (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Before you dive up in that water, I hope you can float (hope you can swim?)
My killers move in silence, nigga, they'll slice your throat (slice it, slice it)
They want bankroll to blow, they really try'na test my gangster (bankroll to blow)
But like a disrespectful child, nigga, I'ma spank you (I like your way)
I put a bag up on your head, I'll hire your friend to stank you (yeah)
My niggas snatchin' souls, nigga, they'll leave you brainless
That money root of all evil (all evil), Richard Porter you (pah)
I want his head up on a platter, I'll order you (are you real?)
Don't try to play me like a pussy 'cause I'm trained to shoot (I'm trained to shoot)
I'm trained to shoot (bah, bah)
I'll knock your dreads off your head and turn it to a taper, fool (grr)
You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (nigga 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 (eyes, 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 nine, Smith Wesson (glock nine, Smith Wesson)
Bah, Kel-Tec, zip that (grr)
AR, hit that (woo)
AK, flip that (bah)
And I ain't scared to take one (bah)
Broad day, I face one (face)
CSI, case one (case)
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' (OG)
Swear to God we ain't runnin' (hah)
And I been rappin' 'bout the drip (drip)
Let me talk about this clip (clip)
AR hold 60 (AR hold 60), big dick and got curves like some hips (baow)
I can get a nigga flipped (woo)
I can get a nigga zipped (woo)
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 (gone by the day)
You niggas want it, you gon' get your issue (nigga 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 (her eyes, 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)
(Bah, bah, tissue, bah, bah)
Credits
Writer(s): Deundraeus Portis, Freddie Gladney
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