Love My Iron
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Aye Trill
Judo
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
Yea
I remember when I had woke up in that cell
I was Trippin like shit trynna' to grab my phone
I remember a nigga tried play on the tier
I was working like I wasn't trying to get home
I can show you the way I can throw you a bone
I could lead you the water can put you on
I'll give you my last I'll put you first
But I'll put you to bed if you do me wrong
All them snake games we do not play that
Nigga play with me
You know that I'm comin' for pay back
If I give you a price nigga pay that
I got some young niggas they'll kill anybody for eight racks
If you get hit with that shit, you won't shake back
We do not steal if we want it we take that
Lil Brodie a shooter no he do not take crap
Both hands on the nine
Statutory rape that
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
No, I can't love no hoe, can't love no slut
Can't love no freak, can't love no bitch
No I can't love no trick
But I love my Glock I love my Chop
I love my stick
I know that he loves them clothes, he loves them fits
He loves them shoes. He loves that wrist.
But I swear to God, he does not love his life
If he really thinks he can just sit there and diss
If you really think you can diss Lolo and 2
Better go and see what they had did to the last guy
He had a kid on the way
Before the baby was born, it's motherfucking dad died
All of his men in the room
They crying and swearing that this is the last
But they did not come slide on us
They dropped them a tip on the motherfucking landline
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
I'm in love with my gun
There goes Judo run
You know I'm in love with my gun
The ops be like there goes Judo run
Aye Trill
Judo
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
Yea
I remember when I had woke up in that cell
I was Trippin like shit trynna' to grab my phone
I remember a nigga tried play on the tier
I was working like I wasn't trying to get home
I can show you the way I can throw you a bone
I could lead you the water can put you on
I'll give you my last I'll put you first
But I'll put you to bed if you do me wrong
All them snake games we do not play that
Nigga play with me
You know that I'm comin' for pay back
If I give you a price nigga pay that
I got some young niggas they'll kill anybody for eight racks
If you get hit with that shit, you won't shake back
We do not steal if we want it we take that
Lil Brodie a shooter no he do not take crap
Both hands on the nine
Statutory rape that
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
No, I can't love no hoe, can't love no slut
Can't love no freak, can't love no bitch
No I can't love no trick
But I love my Glock I love my Chop
I love my stick
I know that he loves them clothes, he loves them fits
He loves them shoes. He loves that wrist.
But I swear to God, he does not love his life
If he really thinks he can just sit there and diss
If you really think you can diss Lolo and 2
Better go and see what they had did to the last guy
He had a kid on the way
Before the baby was born, it's motherfucking dad died
All of his men in the room
They crying and swearing that this is the last
But they did not come slide on us
They dropped them a tip on the motherfucking landline
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
When I wake up in the morning I grab my pistol
Then I wipe the crust out my eye
I know lil' Brodie a shooter but he might miss you
If he misses, you still finna' die
Just watch when you're up in the casket
Your family's gon' kiss you
They'll be hugging and bitching and crying
I don't care bout' a bitch
I don't care bout' a dime
I can't love no bitch
I'm in love with my iron
I'm in love with my gun
There goes Judo run
You know I'm in love with my gun
The ops be like there goes Judo run
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Writer(s): Brandon Karim
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