Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frostbite, artist - YBS Skola. Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Frostbite |
| My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles |
| And if you ain’t a thug, then I can’t vibe with you |
| King Midas |
| My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles |
| I got it out the mud, ridin' on a bicicle |
| And if you ain’t a thug, might be hard to vibe with you |
| Right now she got my heart so I’m gon' take my time with you |
| I got a lot of hoes, tell 'em wait in line |
| I got a lot of jewels, got my shit from Shine |
| And I lost a lot of homies, why my niggas dyin'? |
| I need y’all here with me, I need y’all to help me shine |
| Make some money, spend some money, it’s enough to go 'round |
| I still mess you, said he cheated, left him at the playground (Damn) |
| We got hella chickens on the way, they on the Greyhound, ooh |
| I’m gon' buy you anything, you stay down |
| Put the ratchet to your face and cock it, tell you lay down |
| You was poppin' all that shit, but what you got to say now? |
| Since I was a juvie, we was playin' with toolies |
| Bro’ll pull up bangin' on you, Harley with the duallys, ooh |
| We just want that grochy, I don’t need no sloppy |
| All my pockets stocky, tell me who gon' stop me? |
| I don’t have to copy, I ran it up, you hear me? |
| Can’t you tell they jock me? |
| Watch how niggas copy |
| My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles |
| I got it out the mud, ridin' on a bicicle |
| And if you ain’t a thug, might be hard to vibe with you |
| Right now she got my heart so I’m gon' take my time with you |
| I got a lot of hoes, tell 'em wait in line |
| I got a lot of jewels, got my shit from Shine |
| And I lost a lot of homies, why my niggas dyin'? |
| I need y’all here with me, I need y’all to help me shine |
| Want me locked behind the wall 'cause they just hate how I ball |
| I was ready, moved to the A, but then got booked with the raw |
| Now I’m gambling with the law, they got my life in they palms |
| Who gon' take care both my kids if I’m in jail or I’m gone? |
| So I’m strapped up in the city and I’m ridin' with a pole |
| See blue and whites, get low |
| Already know how it go, already know how it go |
| Already know it’s a felony, already know how it go |
| We ain’t trippin' 'bout no felonies, you see them opps, better blow |
| We just want that grochy, I don’t need no sloppy |
| All my pockets stocky, tell me who gon' stop me? |
| I don’t have to copy, I ran it up, you hear me? |
| Can’t you tell they jock me? |
| Watch how niggas copy |
| My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles |
| I got it out the mud, ridin' on a bicicle |
| And if you ain’t a thug, might be hard to vibe with you |
| Right now she got my heart so I’m gon' take my time with you |
| I got a lot of hoes, tell 'em wait in line |
| I got a lot of jewels, got my shit from Shine |
| And I lost a lot of homies, why my niggas dyin'? |
| I need y’all here with me, I need y’all to help me shine |
| My wrist got frostbites, my neck got icicles |
| I got it out the mud, ridin' on a bicicle |
| And if you ain’t a thug, might be hard to vibe with you |
| Right now she got my heart so I’m gon' take my time with you |
| I’m gon' take my time |
| Right now she got my heart |