Sad Frosty, Billy Marchiafava - Gtfo lyrics
[Sad Frosty, Billy Marchiafava - Gtfo lyrics]
Shawty gon' top me 'cause all of the fame
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
Shawty gon' top me 'cause all of the fame
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
Fucking your bitch, yeah she throwing that back
Billy you suck, all your new shit is wack
Sike bitch I'm rich, and I'm never going back
I just left Gucci, I spent me a stack
Quarter milly just to get out the house
That bitch put my dick in her mouth
Yeah, I said it what you gonna do now?
You ain't do nothing, you stuck on the couch
Bitch I be rippin' it, dippin' it
Lotta designer my body be drippin' in
Stacks in the air motherfucker we swim in it
We gotta lotta blue hundreds we winnin' bitch (ayy)
I can't do math
I am not smart
I do not know how to start up my car
It runs by itself, It's takin' me far
Yeah that's a Tesla, I am a star
(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)
New bitch say she lovin' my lingo
Make that ho scream like I'm playing Bingo
Her pussy pink just like a flamingo
I fucked his momma in the back of the Gringos
I need them bands on the regular
I fucked that that bitch she hit up cellular
She get on my nerves so I will not text with her
That bitch she a dub, Big Frosty won't credit her
I will not credit hoes they some sluts
Slop on my dick, she a thot
Pull up the foreign you know it's a drop
Me a lil' ty we skrrt off the lot
These broke boys they jealous they want us to stop
Vans on my feet and Supreme on my jeans
Diamonds they dancin' I feel like a king
I hit that lil' then I make that ho scream
Check out my kit this shit is so clean (yuh)
Billy and Frosty like what?
Billy and Frosty like huh?
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
Shawty gon' top me 'cause all of the fame
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
Fucking your bitch, yeah she throwing that back
Billy you suck, all your new shit is wack
Sike bitch I'm rich, and I'm never going back
I just left Gucci, I spent me a stack
Quarter milly just to get out the house
That bitch put my dick in her mouth
Yeah, I said it what you gonna do now?
You ain't do nothing, you stuck on the couch
Bitch I be rippin' it, dippin' it
Lotta designer my body be drippin' in
Stacks in the air motherfucker we swim in it
We gotta lotta blue hundreds we winnin' bitch (ayy)
I can't do math
I am not smart
I do not know how to start up my car
It runs by itself, It's takin' me far
Yeah that's a Tesla, I am a star
(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)
New bitch say she lovin' my lingo
Make that ho scream like I'm playing Bingo
Her pussy pink just like a flamingo
I fucked his momma in the back of the Gringos
I need them bands on the regular
I fucked that that bitch she hit up cellular
She get on my nerves so I will not text with her
That bitch she a dub, Big Frosty won't credit her
I will not credit hoes they some sluts
Slop on my dick, she a thot
Pull up the foreign you know it's a drop
Me a lil' ty we skrrt off the lot
These broke boys they jealous they want us to stop
Vans on my feet and Supreme on my jeans
Diamonds they dancin' I feel like a king
I hit that lil' then I make that ho scream
Check out my kit this shit is so clean (yuh)
Billy and Frosty like what?
Billy and Frosty like huh?