Sad Frosty
DING DONG DITCH
[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Astro on the beat!
Yuh
Ayy
Bitch
(Bitch) Pussy!
Uh
What?
Ayy!

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
I’ma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so it's okay for me to pop out

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
I make that bitch ride my face, do the dance like I’m in space
Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist
I dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang 'gon shoot 'em
Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pussy boy 'gon catch a brusin', ayy

[Bridge: Sad Frosty]
Ding dong ditchin' on the block with Lil Darkie
Make the wrong move up in this bitch, then crack up sparkin’
Tearin’ up your neighborhood like we at a party
I'ma dive up in your bitch pussy like my name Jeff Hardy, ayy
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Uh, like my name Jeff Hardy, ayy
Pull up on your bitch and get my jizz up on her Cartier
But why you talkin’ reckless?
Hangin' from your Cuban link, that shit might leave you neckless
All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
I got the water, decide to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't want none of you n***as to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a fuckin’ baker, put the shaker to your head
All my lines, you reflect, uh, uh, uh
I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let 'em in, put him in sediment
I burned the fuck out my high school letterman
I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hittin' like ten of 'em, uh
I put that shit on my n***as, and all that I love
I will never get better than mama, no matter how many I got on my commas, I promise
Draco got a big pop (Yeah)
NATO rounds, and I make those pounds in the back of a flatbed truck
I got no time for the bitch, I switch my flow, make a n***a dick soft
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, standing in the flip flops
Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit bitch
Pray for a n***a big dock
Bitch, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a (Ayy, Frosty, this shit lit)
You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a, you lame! (Uh, yeah!)
[Verse 3: Sad Frosty]
Bl-Blickeys on my hips, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'
M-Masked-up, strapped-up, bitch, we get to bussin'
Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' bitch, she Russian
Got ADHD can't post no way, [?] to the booth for his fade
All black babes, so I'm feelin' like a blade, I'ma beat him back out hit a [?]
Attention span short, told that bitch to entertain me
I wish everybody fuck you, broke boy, you too lazy

[Hook: Sad Frosty]
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
I'mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it's okay for me to pop out

[Outro: Sad Frosty]
Uh!