VOLT Sad Frosty & Quadeca
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[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Yeah, ayy, what?
Bitch! Quadeca and Frosty, like, what?
Ayy, yeah
Ayy (Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man!)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
They say Frosty, he a bitch, I'ma rob him for his shoes (I'ma rob him for his shoes)
Boy, you in the hood, broke, still coppin' trues (What?)
Yes, I made six figures, sorry, I don't like to flex (What?) (Astro got it running)
My lil' bro, he keep a rocket, think he also got a TEC (What, what?)
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
If I tell that boy to shoot, he might hit you in your brain
(He might hit you in your brain, pew)
My bro said he want a handout, fuck that, I'll put you on gain
(Hell no, what?)
I done hit a couple bitches from my life, forgot they name
(Thot! Bitch!)
Everybody wanna come around soon as I got the fame (Huh?)
That shit ain't solid, boy, stop, think fast like I run from the cops
I made a hunnid on drops, brand new Tesla, push that off the lot
(Okay!)
I get the bitch, then I hit and delete, you get the bitch and take her out to eat (What?)
Off-White Volt, keep 'em runnin' my feet (Yeah), when this drop, a hunnid-mill' in a week
Yeah!
Yeah, ayy, what?
Bitch! Quadeca and Frosty, like, what?
Ayy, yeah
Ayy (Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man!)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
They say Frosty, he a bitch, I'ma rob him for his shoes (I'ma rob him for his shoes)
Boy, you in the hood, broke, still coppin' trues (What?)
Yes, I made six figures, sorry, I don't like to flex (What?) (Astro got it running)
My lil' bro, he keep a rocket, think he also got a TEC (What, what?)
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
If I tell that boy to shoot, he might hit you in your brain
(He might hit you in your brain, pew)
My bro said he want a handout, fuck that, I'll put you on gain
(Hell no, what?)
I done hit a couple bitches from my life, forgot they name
(Thot! Bitch!)
Everybody wanna come around soon as I got the fame (Huh?)
That shit ain't solid, boy, stop, think fast like I run from the cops
I made a hunnid on drops, brand new Tesla, push that off the lot
(Okay!)
I get the bitch, then I hit and delete, you get the bitch and take her out to eat (What?)
Off-White Volt, keep 'em runnin' my feet (Yeah), when this drop, a hunnid-mill' in a week
Yeah!
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