ISSA TRAP PART 1 by Red Lanes Lyrics
[verse 1]
See them run like a marathon
No karma ting just a pull round one
I did this music ting for the fun
And they want smoke for the cash, you dumb
I wasn't raised on the ganglife business
But the hustle was where we kicked it
Not on verbal, not on a hitlist
Just on the wave for the music playlist
But - none of these niggas admit it
When they chat they don't back their business
Marathon, issa marathon
Issa K lil ting that the man was bickering
Chat with gums, they just chat their gums
Til they bun their chest from the gang, wicked
Soon get one, soon get one
Of the verbal ting, show a man we did it
Man I spoke to God when I couldn't help but treat these goons like a pack of spoons
Age 13, when I knew no business
Age 14, now the beats been cookin
Age 15, issa rap-sody
None of these yutes could challenge me
How you tryna rap, when your beats ain't free
Man I cook the ting, get it done in 3
[interlude]
[verse 2]
With the man, thas O, couldn't stop us
Never sleep, thas O, couldn't top us
We don't rap on fibs or disclosures
Mandem know we don't sleep with composure
Vigorous with the beat, thas my posture
This beat burnin right now, no one hold us
Issa fever
Issa fever
Issa fever
Issa fever
Mona lisa with schizophrenia
Loca vida
They had amnesia
Of a feature
No one peeped ya
Ring that roshni
Call her patelia
Or Fatima
Nah that's fatima
Name that bitch Ceilhan
I got asthma
Take some more breathers
Couldn't pattern, uh
Give me a seater
Too much saw dust
Don't talk on p words
You couldn't ring man
You wanna act like your far
You're in Japan?
Nah you're just a fan
They all fancy man
Three 7's
[verse 3]
Man made Ink in a couple hours
Tune got rinsed like a fuckin shower
Word by word your girl sings with power
And the boyfriend's pisses cah she knows mans deals
Man got vexed by the time we show up
Reminisce ting, finna break your shoulder
Man don't lean cah I see that older
OFB, when the aim's with guns
LDN, we was made, don't you panic
Had your girl dance on me, she a savage
I delete that number like a bandit
Why you think the bald prick there was lackin
Couldn't call on the phone with the mandem
Had to get the Wales yutes try to back it
Where's your IG
Where's your album
I don't know, just seems like you can't pack it
I wish you could stop bunnin, cuz
Stop the threats towards my, cuz
Said 3 days, it's July, cuz
You said that back in May, cuz
It's no lie when we chat, back
We all chat without no, cap
See our O we all make, racks
Rewind, go back to school, facts
Everyday when I wake with metal on my left, do a right, so the ting don't bend-
Fly like angelic
The music settings
Meet me don't sweat it
Record in Epping
They cannot bet it
She know she wet it
Ask her, don't beg it
Lay back and let it bounce on my chest-eh
Big back I rent it, front is all messy
She won't come vent it
Man I just jet it
Caress the rest
Deep in her chest
Delete the number
Baby, dont net it
Meet me another
Socials dun text it
Delete the number
Baby, dont net it
Meet me another
Socials dun text it
[verse 4]
Not authentic, girl on my necklace
Hold that ⭕ when the South effective
Heard that nigga when I wasn't trecking
Swear to YB I don't get vexed
When a man from the W side fly by
Wanna chat on the socials, not a drive by
And your brother talks to me on a daily
Hadda shoot pagan shots like Bailey
I'm a short guy with a lot of volume
Mans creative like a fuckin module
Don't chat me when you talk to the devil
Go to church you ain't fuckin special
Your sweet one was expectin rubber
But you're fuckin broke, couldn't cop any copper
I'm a 15 kid, I don't need to sin
I just need to shoot, gain a couple wins
Ima cop a royale, do it up, it'a alright
Doin this beef ting every fortnite
Steal your mrs, ringing her all night
June the smoke was peak, did more fights
On the net than the mandem's L score
Like how the fuck do you miss my hammer that I slam, no jamma when I play like Thor
Man these niggas was dead when they played no more
"In my head"
In my head, thought this man went dead
When I heard this kid did skin on his head
Movin more pale than the sheets of a bed
Man i'm fuckin stressed
Man i'm fuckin vexed
How do kids hold more than the rest in west
Most the kids got locked in the pen
Write on the timeline ting, no thread
[verse 5]
But your girl still calls me Red
Movin like a pimp, 50 cent
How many times does dem man dere
Dem man dere, you won't find that here
Jelly of my bank statements, are you dumb
Why was you cryin when we made it fun
UK Drill, spitting from my lungs
Fuck the beefing, fuck the drills, who won?
Spittin image of your worst nightmare
RL7, find me, i swear
Baby talkin like she on the phone
In Marvin's Room, told me to Take Care
Don't get gassed
Rude boy, you aren't taller than Radz
Don't get gass up with your fat hands
Go keep typing on your crapgram
Go say nigga too to your man
Twitter fingers, movin too salty
Mixed with vinegae, i'm too walky
Man i'm too walky
See them run like a marathon
No karma ting just a pull round one
I did this music ting for the fun
And they want smoke for the cash, you dumb
I wasn't raised on the ganglife business
But the hustle was where we kicked it
Not on verbal, not on a hitlist
Just on the wave for the music playlist
But - none of these niggas admit it
When they chat they don't back their business
Marathon, issa marathon
Issa K lil ting that the man was bickering
Chat with gums, they just chat their gums
Til they bun their chest from the gang, wicked
Soon get one, soon get one
Of the verbal ting, show a man we did it
Man I spoke to God when I couldn't help but treat these goons like a pack of spoons
Age 13, when I knew no business
Age 14, now the beats been cookin
Age 15, issa rap-sody
None of these yutes could challenge me
How you tryna rap, when your beats ain't free
Man I cook the ting, get it done in 3
[interlude]
[verse 2]
With the man, thas O, couldn't stop us
Never sleep, thas O, couldn't top us
We don't rap on fibs or disclosures
Mandem know we don't sleep with composure
Vigorous with the beat, thas my posture
This beat burnin right now, no one hold us
Issa fever
Issa fever
Issa fever
Issa fever
Mona lisa with schizophrenia
Loca vida
They had amnesia
Of a feature
No one peeped ya
Ring that roshni
Call her patelia
Or Fatima
Nah that's fatima
Name that bitch Ceilhan
I got asthma
Take some more breathers
Couldn't pattern, uh
Give me a seater
Too much saw dust
Don't talk on p words
You couldn't ring man
You wanna act like your far
You're in Japan?
Nah you're just a fan
They all fancy man
Three 7's
[verse 3]
Man made Ink in a couple hours
Tune got rinsed like a fuckin shower
Word by word your girl sings with power
And the boyfriend's pisses cah she knows mans deals
Man got vexed by the time we show up
Reminisce ting, finna break your shoulder
Man don't lean cah I see that older
OFB, when the aim's with guns
LDN, we was made, don't you panic
Had your girl dance on me, she a savage
I delete that number like a bandit
Why you think the bald prick there was lackin
Couldn't call on the phone with the mandem
Had to get the Wales yutes try to back it
Where's your IG
Where's your album
I don't know, just seems like you can't pack it
I wish you could stop bunnin, cuz
Stop the threats towards my, cuz
Said 3 days, it's July, cuz
You said that back in May, cuz
It's no lie when we chat, back
We all chat without no, cap
See our O we all make, racks
Rewind, go back to school, facts
Everyday when I wake with metal on my left, do a right, so the ting don't bend-
Fly like angelic
The music settings
Meet me don't sweat it
Record in Epping
They cannot bet it
She know she wet it
Ask her, don't beg it
Lay back and let it bounce on my chest-eh
Big back I rent it, front is all messy
She won't come vent it
Man I just jet it
Caress the rest
Deep in her chest
Delete the number
Baby, dont net it
Meet me another
Socials dun text it
Delete the number
Baby, dont net it
Meet me another
Socials dun text it
[verse 4]
Not authentic, girl on my necklace
Hold that ⭕ when the South effective
Heard that nigga when I wasn't trecking
Swear to YB I don't get vexed
When a man from the W side fly by
Wanna chat on the socials, not a drive by
And your brother talks to me on a daily
Hadda shoot pagan shots like Bailey
I'm a short guy with a lot of volume
Mans creative like a fuckin module
Don't chat me when you talk to the devil
Go to church you ain't fuckin special
Your sweet one was expectin rubber
But you're fuckin broke, couldn't cop any copper
I'm a 15 kid, I don't need to sin
I just need to shoot, gain a couple wins
Ima cop a royale, do it up, it'a alright
Doin this beef ting every fortnite
Steal your mrs, ringing her all night
June the smoke was peak, did more fights
On the net than the mandem's L score
Like how the fuck do you miss my hammer that I slam, no jamma when I play like Thor
Man these niggas was dead when they played no more
"In my head"
In my head, thought this man went dead
When I heard this kid did skin on his head
Movin more pale than the sheets of a bed
Man i'm fuckin stressed
Man i'm fuckin vexed
How do kids hold more than the rest in west
Most the kids got locked in the pen
Write on the timeline ting, no thread
[verse 5]
But your girl still calls me Red
Movin like a pimp, 50 cent
How many times does dem man dere
Dem man dere, you won't find that here
Jelly of my bank statements, are you dumb
Why was you cryin when we made it fun
UK Drill, spitting from my lungs
Fuck the beefing, fuck the drills, who won?
Spittin image of your worst nightmare
RL7, find me, i swear
Baby talkin like she on the phone
In Marvin's Room, told me to Take Care
Don't get gassed
Rude boy, you aren't taller than Radz
Don't get gass up with your fat hands
Go keep typing on your crapgram
Go say nigga too to your man
Twitter fingers, movin too salty
Mixed with vinegae, i'm too walky
Man i'm too walky