Frostbite YBS Skola

[Intro]
My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles
And if you ain't a thug, then I can't vibe with you
King Midas

[Chorus]
My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles
I got it out the mud, ridin' on a bicicle
And if you ain't a thug, might be hard to vibe with you
Right now she got my heart so I'm gon' take my time with you
I got a lot of hoes, tell 'em wait in line
I got a lot of jewels, got my shit from Shine
And I lost a lot of homies, why my niggas dyin'?
I need y'all here with me, I need y'all to help me shine

[Verse 1]
Make some money, spend some money, it's enough to go 'round
I still mess you, said he cheated, left him at the playground (Damn)
We got hella chickens on the way, they on the Greyhound, ooh
I'm gon' buy you anything, you stay down
Put the ratchet to your face and cock it, tell you lay down
You was poppin' all that shit, but what you got to say now?
Since I was a juvie, we was playin' with toolies
Bro'll pull up bangin' on you, Harley with the duallys, ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
We just want that grochy, I don't need no sloppy
All my pockets stocky, tell me who gon' stop me?
I don't have to copy, I ran it up, you hear me?
Can't you tell they jock me? Watch how niggas copy