Lyrics:
Iron Call Your Boys

Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And

Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And

Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And

Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And you still

us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin' figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin' So they can send shots straight to your

colder than cola Caps grab your hoodie hat island of stat' Keep them cats runnin' for they gat, in stormy weather Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your

my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking

dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your

goin' to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that He fucks with me Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in I call it survival, you call it a