[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Huh?
Aye!
What?
A-A-Astro, got it runnin'
pus*y!
Yuh!
Mathiastyner
Okay[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Your b*tch want my di*k, she a dummy
Wrap that boy up with some tape, he a mummy
Pull out my di*k and I nut on her tummy
DC my slime, his nose always runny
pus*y be talkin' that f*ck sh*t
Call up CJ, that boy he gon' dump sh*t
Broke boi be hating, he know that I run sh*t
I got a pregnant b*tch, I'm with that dumb sh*t
Sike b*tch, I'm playin'
Lil Frosty goin' Super Saiyan
Get rich or die trying, thats the plan
If I go back home, that b*tch want a mate
f*ck a handout, b*tch I [?] sh*t
Come get your bae cus she all on my di*k
f*ck with Frosty your b*tch might get hit
I don't sell no crack but my chain cost a brick
Light-skinned b*tch in my DMs tryna f*ck
You can get this di*k, but miss me with the cuff
That b*tch like a blower, she wanna do a suck
Body bag the pus*y, left that in the trunk
[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Shout out my n*gga Big Frosty
Tell 'em get off me
No I'm not Jesus, don't cross me
You n*ggas is salty
She wanna gobble my di*k it's impossible
b*tch I don't want you, I swear that I'm positive hoe
My n*ggas slide through to your crib then we pullin' Bruce Wayne cause I swear that we robbin' it hoe
f*ck b*tch, f*ck, n*ggas finna duck
b*tch we came in with that fye
.223, on the side
Cut that boy neck off, got a machete, I know that his head soft
He deserved it, they callin' it manslaughter
And we poppin' too much, make the lead hotter
And your b*tch got no name, call her head doctor
Tell Lil Frosty to pull up and headshot him
That's my n*gga, on God we ain't playin' bout him
And my mans got his blood on my red bottoms
f*ck![Chorus: Sad Frosty]
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that
New kicks, check that
Fake chain, diamonds, baguette that
All you other rappers got set-back
I run the game, b*tch I said that
