Slang that iron Lyrics

Yeah, it gets dangerous in this bitch so you better keep a stick

If you in my section better watch who you playing with

We catching bodies in the 501, yeah you gonna get harmed

So you better come armed cause we'll leave you with some scars

No face, no case, that's the way I move

I move in silence but I'm always down to shoot

A couple of my homies, yeah they locked up in the pen

Reese got life and Josh got ten

I'll stay 100 till my grave, I'm going hard up on these beats to get my family out the shit

I remember slangin' 380s

I tuck my tool up in my backpack, take that bitch to school

Who want beef with me, bitch I'm thuggin' in these streets

I ain't wishin' for no bands, I'm just chasin' a mil

Tryin' to get this money cause this struggle shit is real

If you bout that gangsta shit then go and flash your steel

I always keep mine up on me cause this shit gets real

You motherfuckers can't feel my pain and see my thoughts

I'm goin' through some shit and I'm tryin' to make it out

I told my dad one day I'll be rich and famous

He just laughed at me and told me I would never be shit

Motherfuckers doubting me my whole life

I get up on these beats and slay every track

All I know is homicide and I know when to slide

Them .762s will blow out a dude's side

Blow a dude's stomach he gon' ooze

I laughed when he spilled his noodle soup

These bitches homie hoppin' like they grasshoppers

We keep them drac's, fuck them jakes, you can die any day

I'll split a dude's wig and I'll laugh about it

Cause I fucked up on this bitch I got him mad about it

I just wanted to fuck her once, you coulda had that hoe back

Instead you took it to another level and I blew you back

Yeah we ride with them semis and we clutchin' on our drac's

It gets real up in my city in the 501 we don't play

A murder every day, the murder rate is high

Kill a fuckboy, let his spirit go to the sky

We ride with them semis and we clutch on our drac's

It gets real up in my city in the 501 we don't play

A murder every day, the murder rate is high

Kill a fuckboy, let his spirit go to the sky

I got murder on my mind, yeah I'm down to slang to iron, anybody can die yeah

I got murder on my mind, yeah I'm down to slang iron, anybody can die yeah

All my homies bout that action, if you want it then we blasting

Catch you pussies out in traffic, let all you fuckin' have it

You don't want no fuckin' static, yeah we totin' automatic

I'm just tryin' to get a bag cause I ain't never fuckin' had it

All of my shooters will scretch your ass, run up on your block with a mask

Dude talk that shit but he don't live it, gotta cutta for him if you really want it

Fuck that talk, I'm bout that action, catch that dude and kill him in traffic

Think this shit's a game, till they see they partner's brains

Huncho 3timez, yeah they know who it is

I'll sneak my 40 in this club cause these dudes think I'm a bitch

They think I'm pussy, yeah they say I ain't bout this life

But I will be the same motherfucker that takes your life

I had to earn my stripes, I had to get that bread

If my OG want you gone then your ass is dead

You gon' go to heaven and you gon' meet the lord

But before that your ass is going to the morgue

We ride with them semis and we clutch on our drac's

It gets real in my city in the 501 we don't play

I murder every day, the murder rate is high

Kill a fuckboy, let his spirit go to the sky

We ride with them semis and clutch our drac's

It gets real in my city in the 501 we don't play

I murder every day, the murder rate is high

Kill a fuckboy, let his spirit go to the sky

I got murder on my mind, yeah I'm down to slang iron, anybody can die, yeah

I got murder on my mind, bitch I'm down to slang iron, anybody can die, yeah