Issue by Bert Bandz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Th-th-thirty round, thirty mag
Don't get put in body bag
Got a pistol, too official
Fuck with me, it's beneficial
Smoking blunts, y'all smoking crystal
Smoke with me, we press the issue
Million dollar cash, we been getting to them bags
Got the weed up in the sacks, it's been feeling like I'm dreaming
We ain't really with that hoe shit, we ain't really with that leeching
Y'all ain't really on that bullshit, y'all should practice what y'all preaching
Won't shoot shit but you tote shit, wasting straps for no reason
Running around like you know shit, stop acting like you teaching
We really like that, beat yo ass for no reason
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 2]
I ain't really with that talking, go to the door, then I'm leaving
How these pussies talking shit, but about a bitch, they been creeping?
And I keep myself a stick, y-you don't know who really planning
They could get you at a red light or even in the transit
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 3]
T-t-tracking on that shit, hoping the pack had just landed
Y'all ain't really been through shit, I used to feel like I was stranded
Try to make a way out, I ain't never need a band aid
These people that surround me, just wanna see how bands made
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 4]
B-b-boy think that he tough, because he been cursing
Always had to learn from mistakes and I really still learning
Woman on my line, it's fine, these bitches thirsty
Empty out the clip, and the mag, it hold thirty
Th-th-thirty round, thirty mag
Don't get put in body bag
Got a pistol, too official
Fuck with me, it's beneficial
Smoking blunts, y'all smoking crystal
Smoke with me, we press the issue
Million dollar cash, we been getting to them bags
Got the weed up in the sacks, it's been feeling like I'm dreaming
We ain't really with that hoe shit, we ain't really with that leeching
Y'all ain't really on that bullshit, y'all should practice what y'all preaching
Won't shoot shit but you tote shit, wasting straps for no reason
Running around like you know shit, stop acting like you teaching
We really like that, beat yo ass for no reason
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 2]
I ain't really with that talking, go to the door, then I'm leaving
How these pussies talking shit, but about a bitch, they been creeping?
And I keep myself a stick, y-you don't know who really planning
They could get you at a red light or even in the transit
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 3]
T-t-tracking on that shit, hoping the pack had just landed
Y'all ain't really been through shit, I used to feel like I was stranded
Try to make a way out, I ain't never need a band aid
These people that surround me, just wanna see how bands made
[Chorus]
Couldn't handle the smoke, Pussy boy just want a bandage
I will run up in your house, Pussy boy, just like a bandit
[Verse 4]
B-b-boy think that he tough, because he been cursing
Always had to learn from mistakes and I really still learning
Woman on my line, it's fine, these bitches thirsty
Empty out the clip, and the mag, it hold thirty