Fredo Santana - Issues lyrics

[Hook] My trap it be coming with issues gotta keep swishers and pistols If a stain coming down with that issue my n***as letting off missles For the right price young max god will k** you money is so beneficial My trap it be coming with issues gotta keep swishers and pistols These little n***as say they want issues pull up with swishers and pistols n***a go check my cridentials blowing on swishers and pistols This little b**h she got some potential blow me like swishers and pistols My trap it be coming with issues gotta keep swishers and pistols [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] It's mister shoot gats back to back like Kobe Shaq Flip a pack it's coming back like boomerang's in cul-de-sac So action packed my gun intact Put hollows where his kidneys at Front me work don't pay it back Like Rosa Parks don't play the back On Forum Park, I keep the strap Beyond the arc I'm back to back Larry Allen Ray Bird thats mix and match Got pounds of weed Lil' P got crack Not using fists my choppa clap If the b**h talk back then the b**h get smacked Got golden grill no t will plaque Its Hoover gang don't need a flag My n***as split bread like gensu money is never an issue Play with me your momma gone miss you have that b**h crying in tissues Keep .30 extensions on pistols suppressors no sound when it hit you Your b**h blew the crew like a whistle then she came back and she kissed you [Hook] [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] All facts when I rap on the track these n***as tellin' lies I ain't gotta rap where my trap I be sellin' pies Cocaine ecstasy molly I can serve ya a** 5 bricks in my closet came a long way from sellin' bags These n***as be walkin' round like they tough but softer then tissue Headshot faceshot leave 'em on the ground now his family gone miss 'em Ya b**h be s**in' my dick, I'm gripping all on her nipple A n***a tried to rob me hell nah n***a I keep me a nickel Mr keep the thrax play with me you gettin' wacked I don't give a f** who you is where you at I'm comin' at .30 straps with .30 attached k** ya a** ain't comin' back Last night was a good day bought 30k up off my traps [Hook] [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] Trap house strapped eatin' noodles At the table counting money with my shooters Got 30's on Glocks and rugers Still groovin' b**h its 5 duece Hoover Still $1,200 for the whole cruzer Still do a drive by in the Uber Head band but I'm not a f**in' hooper We trap big well mine a lil huger Hit 'em with the 30 popper bullets jumpin' gra**hopper Parked around the corner yeah you know my lil crips got 'em Drinking marijuana going fed just to make a profit Bodies dropping price dropping need a pint you know I got it Call me when you outside park by the fire hydrant Serve 'em or rob 'em I'm sitting here deciding Show his a** the work first let 'em go in his wallet Hit his a** with the pistol then we go inside his pockets (I'm Janky don't trust me) Its no one no ones all my n***as is k**in' (We jumpin', we shootin') You sweet honey bun with the extra cream filling (You sweet n***a) My n***as is pimping these boppers we callin' 'em dollars My n***as be shootin' them choppas Your n***as calling the copers [Hook]