Ice king baby - Points Proven Lyrics

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 fuck 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
Fuck 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

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 fuck 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
Fuck 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