Points Proven

Ice king baby yeah he got the glock 38 If you touch his Cheddar Hollows go eat ya face Leave your shit looking Like a done dinner plate We catch him We drop him that's another phase That's another day That's another opp dead Three bullets Leave the shells in your head Lame bitch Ain't no crying for the feds Lame bitch Ain't no snitching to the feds Pull up we shooting ya top We shopping for opps We looking for bitches We looking for snitches We looking for someone to kill Someone to drill Pop like a perc i ain't talking no pill You talking yo shit Like you ready to spill Ice king baby you the realest I know that Dead opps in the wood I'm finally go smoke that I'm rolling up wood What the f*ck is a paper Ice king baby don't care bout no haters Green in my pocket I call that shit lettuce Call up yo bitch And I think she got fetish She feening for me She wanna go hard with me She wanna go bar for bar with me Bros over hoes I'm never switching on my team Call up my shooters They stay with red beams Opps talking hot Then we cook them like beans Shooting a movie I'm taking the scene Calling up bro and he sliding for show We making a show Told him go grab me a pole F*ck everybody they acting like hoes I saw they true colors I know they go fold Dome shots yeah we send ya ass home Ice king baby yeah he got the glock 38 If you touch his Cheddar Hollows go eat ya face Leave your shit looking Like a done dinner plate We catch him We drop him that's another phase That's another day That's another opp dead Three bullets Leave the shells in your head Lame bitch Ain't no crying for the feds Lame bitch Ain't no snitching to the feds