[Intro: Sad Frosty & Yung Bans ]

Yea, yea (huh) (Bans) (Frosty, what?)

Yea, yea, get, yea, get, aye, aye (yuh, huh? yuh)

Mike D, you can´t do this to 'em, man!



[Verse 1: Sad Frosty & Yung Bans ]

I need the upmost respect (What? what?)

If you talk crazy, tay hit with the tec (oh!)

Lil' bitch and she with me, I just want the neck

Me and Yung Bans pull off in a jet (thot!)

Wait

Me and Yung Bans pull up from the yacht (yuh)

I dropped a few songs, and now I'm at the top

Play wit' me and it's goin' down in yo' drop (yuh, yuh)

Her boyfriend, he hate me, cause' he cannot pop

Wait, he cannot pop because that boy is lame (huh?)

When I get rich I might go cop a chain (yuh, yuh, yuh)

He switched up on me and that shit is a shame (huh?)

I'm not like these others, I got my own lane

(watch it) (what, what, what?)

Wait, huh

Frosty a freak

I clean up that pussy 'cuz Frosty is neat (thot!)

Might go to L.A. and just chill for a week (huh? yuh, yuh)

Then run to the H and go cop me a Jeep (Yea)



[Verse 2: Yung Bans and Sad Frosty]

Boot it up, boot it up, boot it up (what?)

Shoot it up, shoot it up (what? what?)

Came from the ocean

[?] (huh?)

[?] the ocean, [?] (thot!)

Yea, aye, yea

[?] and you know I got Twitter (skirr!)

Yea, yea

P-p-pull me a phone

Nigga I'm on Twitter (drank!)

Yea, four lines, lines (Li-li-lines) (huh? yuh)

Oh, fuck that bitch

Tha-tha-that's [?] (bitch!)

Yea, all my nig'

On-on-on the [?] (yeah) (huh?)

Yea, get [you wastin' time?] (what? what? yuh, yuh, yuh)

(brrrrrrr)