[Intro]
How the fuck y'all niggas been slangin' iron and y'all ain't upped the murder rate yet?
Y'all niggas fuckin' playin', man
Get out the fuckin' streets or you gon' get shot in yo' shit
[Chorus]
How the fuck y'all been slanging iron, nobody died yet?
He take a couple shots to the stomach, now the bitch can’t digest
I'm with the shits, two Glocks with dicks, I think them bitches bisex
It turn out bad, he lose his ass, If it get where his thighs at
Rusty ass stick, this bitch a throwback, I’m a gangster and they know that
He yelling through that phone, bust his dome and knock his 'fro back
Come alone, catch yo' ass while you at home, step like a doormat
Break ya bone, the stick'll hit you in your neck all where your throat at
[Verse]
Bitch, I might do you bad, I just might flash, I ain’t talking Kodak
Take off them fucking pants, put on a pad with your lil' hoe ass
Tryna run off with my sack, bitch, I’ma clap, leave you with no back
Bitch, you ain’t in the trap, that shit be cap with your lil' broke ass
Like bust a head about that shit, what the fuck you waiting for?
When I was broke as fuck, I ain’t have shit but my .380 tucked
We smashed the whole car so when it’s war, bitch put the babies up
He act like he don’t love his life, bitch that’s what I’m gon’ take it for
[Pre-Chorus]
How the fuck you niggas thuggin' but ain’t slung no iron yet
Point that bitch where his mind at and knock his fuckin' line back
And I’ma see 'bout you, but you gon’ bleed 'bout it for tryin' that
Catch you a hat, you get a sack just like a fucking line back
But tell me this
How the fuck y'all niggas been slangin' iron and y'all ain't upped the murder rate yet?
Y'all niggas fuckin' playin', man
Get out the fuckin' streets or you gon' get shot in yo' shit
[Chorus]
How the fuck y'all been slanging iron, nobody died yet?
He take a couple shots to the stomach, now the bitch can’t digest
I'm with the shits, two Glocks with dicks, I think them bitches bisex
It turn out bad, he lose his ass, If it get where his thighs at
Rusty ass stick, this bitch a throwback, I’m a gangster and they know that
He yelling through that phone, bust his dome and knock his 'fro back
Come alone, catch yo' ass while you at home, step like a doormat
Break ya bone, the stick'll hit you in your neck all where your throat at
[Verse]
Bitch, I might do you bad, I just might flash, I ain’t talking Kodak
Take off them fucking pants, put on a pad with your lil' hoe ass
Tryna run off with my sack, bitch, I’ma clap, leave you with no back
Bitch, you ain’t in the trap, that shit be cap with your lil' broke ass
Like bust a head about that shit, what the fuck you waiting for?
When I was broke as fuck, I ain’t have shit but my .380 tucked
We smashed the whole car so when it’s war, bitch put the babies up
He act like he don’t love his life, bitch that’s what I’m gon’ take it for
[Pre-Chorus]
How the fuck you niggas thuggin' but ain’t slung no iron yet
Point that bitch where his mind at and knock his fuckin' line back
And I’ma see 'bout you, but you gon’ bleed 'bout it for tryin' that
Catch you a hat, you get a sack just like a fucking line back
But tell me this
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