Iron Shit ft. Ex-Prez Lyrics

Yeah

Vibe out wit' me

Just count come on count

My hustlin' niggas who only cop large amounts

It's no more time left get it and breeze South

You working with a ounce

Dude you need to quarry a new hustle

Hit the gym lil nigga Hire some new muscle

Get your dough like steps Put your hoe in check

When you really get to know your connect you stick 'em up

In this game gotta live wit' regrets

For instance, take his bitch like Face did Frank

Hook her up Shorty got the mean frame right Look at her

Switch make a nigga wants eat that I'm fuckin' wit' you

The bitch official Extracurricular

And what more can I say I live it up Back money trucks up like Scrooge McDuck

Or Montana I give you the Tom Cruise deluxe

Vanilla Sky Let me live while I count these bucks

Obstacles in my path I'ma tear shit up

What you thought Y'all won't leave me slumped

The Lord knows my fate still I keep a big gun

I threw her the nun suit You should know what's up

You should just know what a nigga want

To change you appearance and ride wit' me

A freak in the bed, classy on the street

Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat

But I don't really care what a bitch want

As long as she know what a nigga need

Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk

And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me

Iron Shit

Shoot up clubs Shoot up drugs

Fuck fat bitches Do whatever the hell you want

Sleep on the job Pull out your titties Fuck for money

He a baller, get 9 Milly and touch money and count, come on count

My gigolos leaving women wit' debts breaking out

To the ladies who love em 'til they suddenly change routes

You looking for a spouse

Well I'm the wrong man for the position

I'll be the first to admit that I ain't shit

You better off trying to digest iron shit

I'm a pain in the ass, you're a classy chick

My life rough Talkin' 'bout you wanta' roll wit' rush huh

Well can you drive stick Ma Hold this clutch Grumble that bud

Twist, lick and roll that up Know what's up

You fuckin' wit' that lame He' a lobster

What you need is a thug The G. Prez mobster

You should just know what a nigga want

To change you appearance and ride wit' me

A freak in the bed, classy on the street

Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat

But I don't really care what a bitch want

As long as she know what a nigga need

Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk

And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me

Iron Shit

This where you bitches wrong You stayin' after I nut

Tryna' engage a nigga 'fore I finish my brunch

Bring your own drinks I ain't here to get you drunk

No love makin' Rough sex, hard dick you won

I can't front I won't call if I hit you once

Unless your head game right like you study for months

I ain't falling asleep after I beat

Just help me find my keys I got people to see

And don't be calling all across town looking for the lad

I told you You' my emergency nookie in a glass

No emotional discussions

Most important thing is no rubber no fuckin'

And that's all I'm gon' bring ya'

You already know what I want, coller

Knowledge in the front seat of the Impala

College Heard you was a scholar

Well I need a tudor cuz knowledge is power Holla

You should just know what a nigga want

To change you appearance and ride wit' me

A freak in the bed, classy on the street

Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat

But I don't really care what a bitch want

As long as she know what a nigga need

Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk

And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me

Iron Shit