WICKED CULT Lyrics

Wicked tool it buss ya dome and drugs and money love em both

Not as much as I love my pole I love my 9s and I love my cult

Dump him see his body float and Rudolph we gon red his nose

Love the cult the war is on we sacrifice gon getchu gone

Bank on it get paid in blood I'm making moves so nigga hush

We gon shut him up, XD's hit his double cup

Make him fall he ain't gettin up god bless the cult we coming up

Armed and ready I fill my cup we cheers the 9s and all of us

Pull up where we saw him last we see his tracks we on his ass

Double back we park and tag we hit his mans that was his last

Hurry up go get the drum we spray it up we leave it numb

Hunnids on my fuckin thumb they gettin dry from countin up

Demons on me savages I pour me up some bloody red

Playin with me looking silly I'm all about my fuckin bread

Quiet now I hear his breath he took his last he going next

All about my fuckin checks yeah money guns and hella sex

Triple nine the fuckin team we up the beam and make it gleam

Choppa bite we let it eat them 223s gon do him mean

Bullets rip right through his jeans don't play boy these magazines

Shawty bad she know it too she jump on me like trampoline

Wicked tool it buss ya dome yeah drugs and money love em both

Not as much as I love my pole I love my 9s and I love my cult

Dump him see his body float and Rudolph we gon red his nose

Love the cult the war is on we sacrifice gon getchu gone