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They know I'm gon' sling that iron
(2300 Block, turn up)
They know I'm gon' sling that iron
They know Dusse out his mind
They know I'm gon' sling that iron
Bitch, I'm out my motherfuckin' mind
I don't know how they wanna do this shit, but this how I'm comin', man
They know I'm gon' sling that iron
I get to spinnin' like a ceiling fan, you know I get off
I pull up swervin' on they bitch ass, they know what it's 'bout
I got your fuckin' baby mama with my dick in her mouth
Bitch, I ain't never stood down, I be ready for war
Bitch, I been runnin' up them racks like I'm in a rack race
Heard your dog just got hit, now that's another closed case
Yeah, I'm turnt up, fuck it, put them racks in his face
No, I can't love her, I told her it ain't shit to get replaced
I been runnin' up that money, Southside don't wait
Better stay from out my business, get that Drac' put in your face
Youngin loaded on that K2, told me send him on his way
Catch me rollin' like my daddy, red eyes like the devil
Tell him watch that shit he sayin', he'll get wet with that metal
'Cause they know Dusse 'bout whatever, he gon' bang that Beretta
Had a shootout on Holly Road and we left one on a stretcher
Nigga know I ain't tryna talk, bitch, I'm tryna get at you
I don't know what the fuck been goin' on, you heard me?
My nigga got me twisted, see, look
I tried to let that shit slide, you heard me?
But look, I'ma die about this shit and
We spinnin' back to back, you heard me?
You know, MACs on MACs, choppers on choppers, nigga, what up?
They know I run with killers like Lil Baby, Cluck them
She know I'm beefin' with her baby daddy, but she say fuck him
I don't know what happened to your dog, I heard a nigga flushed him
They hollerin', "Long live his ass," I'm hollerin', "Nigga, fuck him"
I told them bitches leave me 'lone, I ain't gon' stop 'til we even
The only way this shit gon' end is one of us not breathin'
Spin on his block with a hundred shots until I leave one leakin'
Bitch, I was raised by them demons, Southside where they schemin'
Pull up on your partner, I can't catch him, hit his ass for no reason
Beretta rusty, but greasy, bitches on sight, we squeezin'
Headlines when we leave him, stood over his ass, you heard me?
Ficked his ass to the car, headlines when we leave him
They know I'm gon' sling that iron
They know Dusse out his mind
They know I'm gon' sling that iron
Bitch, I'm out my motherfuckin' mind