Jack Frost

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] (Shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Getta Beats) Ayy [Verse 1: TrDee] I can turn a cashier into Kash Doll Use to be the little man to 'em, I can brag now Tapped in like Wi-Fi, I don't lag out Push to start just to get us warm and then I stab out It ain't too many like me, I'm a rare breed Did I mention when I heard your song it made my ear bleed? Say the word then it coming like a stampede Told your bitch to ignore your call so we can proceed Went to sleep feeling like the shit, I woke up at two Man, I seen that roll before, that is not new Glock-10 and bald headed, hit 'em with a Caillou Sick of this fake shit around, you a achoo [Verse 2: BabyTron] Huh Rock and ride with this Drac', I'll pop you BabyTron, I could shoot the bag or I could lob 'oops Sniper finna come headshot if he spot you Pikachu, put the beam on you then I shock you Finna drop a chain off the phones, bitch, I'm Jack Frost No PornHub, I'm in Sprint getting jacks off Feel like Trae Young, shooting threes out the Trackhawk He tried to lock the door, pulled up and shot his latch off You buffed up but in the same fit, you a action figure Probably some expensive-ass brand if I tag my picture 201, this a magic trick, I'm a scamming wizard On 9 mile, tell the plug meet me at Dequindre [Verse 3: StanWill] Too skinny but the pockets fat, I got backwards denim If he live when we pop him up, meet him at the spittle Bitch, we SBDSM if you acronym it Tryna spin a 2021, I done crashed the Civic Punch like a Saiyan, fuck around, might Kamehameha it Got a blaster in my UFO, I'm a Space Invader I'll blow a twenty up at Lennox, you a paper saver Where the fuck my yum yum sauce? Finna chase the waiter She could probably be a teacher, still wouldn't miss the bitch I'll cut the green beam on, I ain't missing shit I'm in NY with Donnie Bands on a business trip Ride around with a hunnid tools, we ain't fixing shit [Verse 4: TrDee] Yo bodies higher than yo height, I ain't licking shit But I heard you still want the D, on some Pimpin shit Hmm, man, the chop Bruce Lee, it got kick and shit Tell my bitch she wake up to a gift, on some Christmas shit [Verse 5: BabyTron] SB, we one up to Mike, this the 4-Peat Lando big turnt, fucked around and dropped his fourth piece Court side, paid four figures for some floor seats Road running on the inner state, heading northeast [Verse 6: StanWill] Bitch asked what I do, same thing as Kimbo Slice Lil' Chrome on my heart now but it's been on ice Twenty Glocks on the opp block, brodie, dim yo lights If it's up, it's forever stuck, boy, it's been on sight