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