A.D.H.D., Pt. 2 - Sad Frosty

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Mike G, you can’t do this to 'em, man!

A-A-Astro, got it running

Bitch, I’m a boss, I don’t need no co-sign

I took his main bitch, I hit that ho two times

You don’t know Frosty, you need to get new lines

Yeah, you swag jackin', boy, get you some new rhymes

Pass her off she, only good for my dick

Ty roll up with thirty’s, got that in the clip

I’m not a gangster, still roll with the stick

Ten-thousand for a show, then I dip

She left her name, number, I might give her a call

Soon as I need her, got dick in her jaws

No cuffin' baby, thought I told you that’s law

Country thotties, like my name Tim McGraw

I got no label, do numbers myself

You signing for 50, put up on the shelf

Don’t call my phone, you ain’t getting no help

Frost Gang, we winnin', we movin' in stealth

Fuck it, ayy!

I hit that hoe from the side

He talkin' that tough shit but he ain’t gon' slide

You say that you down but you not gon' ride

You say you get money, I know that you lie

Fuck that hoe twice, on God I’ma ditch her

Bitch I’m the shit, ten bands for a picture

I told her I love her, she know I won’t kiss her

Bitch I’m big homie, stop calling me mister

Yeah, ayy, still push that big body benz

That kinda hoe called then fucked all her friends

This vitamin D, fuck nothing but tens

You wanna be me but can’t take no wins

Rappers they only be thugs on the net

Before I got verified, I had a check

Might fuck on Teanna, her pussy so wet

I copped me some Bape, said fuck a patek

Yeezy buster cannot bust me

I told lil' Beandon, I got it, just trust me

Play with me wrong, DC gon' get ugly

Can’t keep hoes at round, cause they get too fussy

Came from the south, move west to LA

Still at your necks, do this shit all day

He did a verse, that boy still gon' pay

Said, «Frosty, I’m blowing, I ain’t come to play»