Vic Apollo
My Iron It Don’t Rust
He was talking shit
Then I pulled up
Hit him with a stick
Like that lil' n***a a puck
Some n***a snitched
Now I'm in handcuffs
Ain't that a bitch?
I don't know who to trust

N***as scared to bust
N***as fruity, Candy Crush
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
Yeah
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust

My bitch live on a island
She fly, I'm her copilot
I got her some diamonds
She like how they're shining

I pull up then I blast
I shoulda worn a mask
He dead and gone, gone, gone
He ain't coming back
Yuh, yuh
He ain't coming back
Uh
He ain't coming back
Uh
He ain't coming back
Uh
He ain't coming back
Cooking shit up in the kitchen
Ayy
Look at all this water, yeah, I’m dripping
Ayy
Snakes in the grass, yeah, they hissing
Ayy
Please don’t get it twisted, Charles Dickens

Hе was talking shit
Then I pulled up
Hit him with a stick
Like that lil' n***a a puck
Somе n***a snitched
Now I'm in handcuffs
Ain't that a bitch?
I don't know who to trust

N***as scared to bust
N***as fruity, Candy Crush
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
Yeah
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust
My iron it don't rust