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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)