DING DONG DITCH - Sad Frosty, Lil Darkie

Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Astro on the beat!

Yuh

Aye

Bitch

(Bitch) Pussy!

Uh

What?

Aye!

I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit

Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip

I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro

I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it’s okay for me to pop out

I make that bitch ride my face, do the dance, like I’m in space

Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist

I dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang 'gon shoot 'em

Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pussy boy 'gon catch a brusin', aye

Ding dong ditchin' on the block in the dark

Make the wrong move up in this bitch, then go sparking

Tearin' up your neighborhood like we at a party

I’mma dive up in your bitch pussy like my name Jeff Hardy, aye

Uh

Like my name Jeff Hardy, aye

Pull up on your bitch and get my jizz up on her Cartier (But why you talkin'

reckless?)

Hangin' from your Cuban link, that shit might leave you neckless

A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it

had to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun

I don’t want none of you niggas to front me, nah, I got the buns to come

Bread!

Like a fuckin' baker, put the shaker to your head

I love that

I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let 'em in, put him in

sediment

I burned the fuck out my high school Letterman, I pop a vitamin,

you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh

I put that shit on my niggas, I know that I love 'em will never get better than

Mama, no matter how many I got on my commas, I promise

Draco got a big pop (Yeah), NATO rounds, and I make those pounds in the back of

a flatbed truck

I got no time for the bitch, I switch my flow, make a nigga dick suck

I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop

Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit bitch, pray for a nigga big

Bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga

You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga

You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga (Aye, Frosty,

this shit lit)

You lame, bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga, you lame-!

(Uh, yeah!)

Bl-Blickeys on my hips, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'

M-Masked-up, strapped-up, bitch, we get to bussin'

Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin

My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' bitch, she Russian

Got ADHD can’t post no way, to the booth for his fade

All black babes, so I’m feelin' like a blade, I’mma beat him back out hit a

Attention span short, told that bitch to entertain me

I wish everybody fuck you, broke boy, you too lazy

I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit

Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip

I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro

I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it’s okay for me to pop out

Uh!