Sad Frosty Ding Dong Ditch Lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Astro on the beat!
Yuh
Aye
Bitch
(Bitch) p*ssy!
Uh
What?
Aye!

[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

[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, p*ssy boy 'gon catch a brusin', aye
Ding dong ditchin' on the block in the dark
Make the wrong move up in this bitch, then [?] go sparking
Tearin' up your neighborhood like we at a party
I'mma dive up in your bitch p*ssy like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
Uh

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
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
A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
[?] had to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't wanna need you niggas to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a f*ckin' baker, put the shaker to your head
[?] I love that [?]
I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let 'em in, put him in sediment
I burned the f*ck out my high school Letterman, I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh I put that shit on my niggas, I know that I love 'em 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 suck
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop
Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit bitch, pray for a nigga big [?]
Bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga
You lame [?], bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga
You lame [?], bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga (Aye, Frosty, this shit lit)
You lame [?], bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga, you lame-! (Uh, yeah!)

[Verse 3: Sad Frosty]
Bl-Blickeys on my waist, 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'mma beat him back out hit a [?]
Teachers paying short, told that bitch to entertain me
I wish everybody f*ck 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!