Shoot 'em down (bow) with a. Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that's a Tony Stark, yeah. Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing. I'm tryna change the world. Go over there (go over, uh, go over, hoo). Check out the somber lyrics below. Look at my bank account (you dig? Maybe flex with some diamonds and pearls, yeah. Iron on me lyrics. Written by: David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Jared Higgins, Russell Chell. Ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig?
Give BM dick like Moby (uh) gonna make him flash, Adobe (uh). The end of the world, is it coming soon? Run the town (what? ) 'Cause all the legends seem to die out.
We keep on losing our legends to. More importantly, I'm tryna change the world. I'm tryna take your girl. Red or purple in the cup, which one shall I pick today? Juice wrld on my line lyrics. Pourin' fours in a twenty ounce soda pop, yeah. Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah. Matter fact, fuck that shit, I'm rich, you can keep it. I usually have an answer to the question. Andre Proctor, Andre Romell Young, George Maxwell, Jarad A. Higgins.
Yeah (bitch, woo, damn, yeah) damn. I don't want that title now. I got the M&M's (millions) called my mom, told her I made it. Yeah, mama, your son too famous (yeah) he on everybody playlist. So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Why is you over here? I'm tryna take her out. It's goin' down, hoo). Juice wrld iron on me lyrics.com. But this time I'm gon' be quiet (this time). Oh my god, huh (huh). Sippin' lean, cliché, I still do it anyway. My mind is foggy, I'm so confused.
The cruel cold world, what is it coming to? I'm in town (yeah, uh) party's goin' down (you dig? I been going through paranoia. Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh bitch, I need it. This time, it was so unexpected. So I always gotta keep a gun. The late rapper, whose real name is Jarad Anthony Higgins, died at 21 years old on Dec. 8, and the lyrics to his 2018 single morbidly detail just how young "legends" have been at the time of their death — "What's the 27 Club? Sippin' hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard.
But he's still armed and dangerous, he'll pop at a stranger. Ya dig (uh, hoo) 999 shit, ayy (hoo). I get the cash, I'm out (yeah, hoo) I do the dash, I'm out (you dig? All rights reserved. Yeah, hold on, just hear me out. Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence.
They tell me I'ma be a legend. I get the cash, I'm out (look, uh) I just be cashin' out (you dig? Walk in that bitch and I'm faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I'm faded. BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. I'm O. C., three-gram Wood full of OG (huh). Rich niggas over here (they over here, huh) yeah.
Daytrip took it to ten. Sorry truth, dying young, demon youth. We ain't making it past 21. Da–, that's the world we live in now.
What the f— is this 'bout? 50 round, hoo, ayy).