[Intro: Sad Frosty] Huh, what? Soulja Boy, Frosty, like what? Soulja Boy, Frosty, like what? Aye Aye, yuh Huh, (yuh), yuh
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty] Before I had fame, bitch, I had a bag I pull in the Tesla, I'm doin' the dash These bitches, they hit me, they just want to fuck I need a house with a pool in the front Lil' thottie, she on me, she eating for lunch My diamonds, they shine and it's brighter than the sun Hundred K cash, got that in ones I eat on her ass just for fun Yuh, aye, ridin' around in the coupe [?] just like the roof Assist on your girl, like a alley oop Can't waste no time cause I'm chasin' the loot Huh, yuh, still hit that hoe from the back Extended the verse, you know I'ma tax Lil' Frosty, they know me, I'm blowing up fast I took your main bitch and I fucked in the ass
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy] I took your main bitch now I skrt Run up on Draco, you know that your body is dirt Skrt, I whip my wrist in the paint [?] Run up on me, now get hit with the strap I just got high-tech and wokhart, I'm sippin' on act Got a bad bitch and you know that I hit from the back A million dollar cash and not one in my stack Run up on gang and a pussy ass nigga get whacked I just went platinum, where the fuck is my plaque? I got what you need nigga, come to my trap I jump in the foreign, that shit go fast Me and Sad Frosty, we serving that gas My bitch is a deviant, know that she boujee and bad Fucked on the bed and know that she got a thick ass I am Young Draco, I shoot with [?]
[Verse 3: Sad Frosty] Shoot with [?], so I bust in her face [?], then I buy me a wraith How many hoes? I got about eight [?], I'm hit, then I skate I bought that lil' bitch a Honda Kicked her out, then I fucked on her momma Black bitches, don't got time for the drama I rich as hell, still rockin' pajamas, huh
[Verse 4: Soulja Boy] Yuh, I walk in the club then Superman Run in my [?] and I look like the man I met your girl and she act like a fan I made a hundred thousand in Japan Young Draco, nigga, I play with the pots and the pans On YouTube while runnin' up bands Servin' that adderall, percocet, and I got xans Run up on me and I'll knock out your man Stacks On Deck Money Gang, racks in my hand Fuck on your bitch, she doin' handstands I am Young Draco, I do this shit just 'cause I can I'ma go cop a beamer, skrt that shit to the trap Young Draco, I put this shit on the map Run up on gang, you know you get clapped She suck on my dick then I hit from the back Ooh, I'm doin' 'em dirty Jump in the demon then niggas stop swerving Pull up and shoot, like I'm Kyrie Irving Junkies in my front, don't know that I serve 'em Pussy ass nigga, belong in a [?] Call up my trap and I'm servin' that red and the purple In the trap, whippin' my wrists in a circle Make a wrong move and my niggas gon' murk you
[Outro: Soulja Boy] GangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
