Frostbite Yung Beef & Trilla Kid

[Letra de "Frostbite"]

[Intro: Trilla Kid & Yung Beef]
I got frostbite from my head, to my toe (808 Mafia)
I got frostbite from my head, to my toe (Ah-ah)
I got frostbite— (Eh)

[Chorus: Trilla Kid]
I got frostbite from my head on to my toe
I done ice, ice, got my fuckin' body froze
Sorry, that’s the life (Life), that I finally chose
Slatt shit (Slatt), I'ma fall in work right now
I got the Louis, The Christian, The Audemars Queen and Gucci, all the Dior
I got the 30 wood Glocks in the Benz and the AK's and R’s, they even want war
Run about me, you'll get hit in your shit
Still in a cliz when your body still on the floor
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm gettin' that money
I'm throwin' them hundreds, I’m buyin’ the store

[Verso 1: Trilla Kid]
There's no way, Audemars drip my vase, uh
That little bitch, come to the crib
And she gonna slay, uh
Run about me, you’ll get hit with the K
We know cause you when I saved your lotto
When is she gon' pull me out of space?
Two thirties [?]
Baby, I'm gon' put you in your place, yeah