DING DONG DITCH

Lyrics

[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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 nigga 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 nigga big dock Bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga (Ayy, Frosty, this shit lit) You lame with a bit of bitch salt, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga, 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!