Issa Gold - Frontline lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya] Yuh, Yuh All my shows packed down like LA streets Counting money till my fingers are week I do not speak, I do not eat With nobody except me and my team In my fat black Range Rover yeah flip over Picking hoes up Just to bring 'em down love to see 'em cry You are not a friend of mine Don't need no one to defend me My soul is feeling real empty These hoes don't make me too happy But I'll f** 'em anyway (duck em every day) f** up out my way I hope I die a legend Cause I want to inspite Lil jizz stain never been sh** Thats why you scared to be on that... [Chorus: Pouya] Frontline, frontline, frontline You know I, you know I, bust my bust my bust my Up on that up on that frontline, frontline, frontline You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my [Hook: Pouya] I'm with this sh** and you not I got yo b**h on my co*k You are not ready for war We gone come through and kick open your door (x2) Door door f**ing these who*es getting that money like never before bang on me once ima settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score) Cause... I'm with this sh** and you not I got yo b**h on my co*k You are not ready for war We gone come through and kick open your door f**ing these hoes Getting that money like never before [?] [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Call my n***a Pouya come and scoop me in the lot (In the lot) See my n***a Krez and Germ they got 350 on the sack And my n***a Nicki with it pourin' duces in the back You ain't Buffet Boys We eating motherf**er thats a fact We getting thrown n***a She smoking strong n***a Fresh off the tory recruited like 50 hoes with us I f** that chick for banquet That b**h is yours n***a She love to kiss you repair she Gives me her soul sinna (Soul sinna) Uh Bet they know we a fact Ain't showing up with no racks My operation in tact Ain't cuttin' n***as no slack Got white hoes on my sack Who said they never go black? We ain't want your hoe take her back We pick 'em out we dont shack My n***as ride for their gang East side to side like a train We underground gettin payed These fame started with fake No conversation less n***as eating like 30k over date No Grammy nomination but n***a my hotline ringing like Drake Don't pa** the n***a no mace My congregation is shaped Dont need yo music we straight My n***as never relate We tour the globe We ain't foreign hoes And we blow it down by the plate We living slow no criminals But don't mean you n***as is safe [Chorus: Pouya] Frontline, Frontline, Frontline You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my Up on that up on that Frontline, Frontline, Frontline You know I, you know I, bust my, bust my, bust my [Hook: Pouya] I'm with this sh** and you not I got yo b**h on my co*k You are not ready for war We gone come through and kick open your door (x2) Door door f**ing these who*es getting that money like never before bang on me once I'ma settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score) Cause... I'm with this sh** and you not I got yo b**h on my co*k You are not ready for war We gone come through and kick open your door