Memphis Cult - ICED OUT

{Hook}
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone
Load da ammo, cock the trigger, pull it, mane, ain't nothin' to it
Bullets that I play with leave your body paralyzed
Bustin' in your home
With my tone pointed to your dome
There's another brother dead and gone

{Verse}
I'm ready to make 'em drop with a pop
G-l-o-c-k
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Pressure from my pears who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold
Victim of my bullet lead
Tricks, who want my treats?
From the Gold smoke up in their face
Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tailing with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin out my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Bitch and be a dead mane