Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A.D.H.D., Pt. 2, artist - Sad Frosty. Date of issue: 11.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A.D.H.D., Pt. 2 |
| You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service |
| 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» |