Quinn - frosty lyrics
[Quinn - frosty lyrics]
If he fuckin' cross me, Flossin'
I don't give a fuck how much it cost me
Flexi- flexin' out the honda my
New vans is fucking saucy
I don't want no ice
I want some chains to keep me frosty
I might take a nigga life
If he fuckin' cross me, Flossin'
I don't give a fuck how much it cost me
Flexin' out the honda my new
Vans is fucking saucy i don't want no ice
I want some chains to keep me frosty
Better hide ya bitch 'cause she come
Back and get real naughty
Tinsel on my t-shirt
For my boys that's in a
Smokin- smokin on this cherry got
A nigga fuckin' coughin'
All my niggas eating
Yo whole squad is fuckin' starvin'
Bitch I'm on my way to the top
Got a drop top and a Glock if it get hot
Tw- two seater hot-box, black socks
Smokin' rocks
Like a crackhead, we stay on the block
And he stupid, you get shot
Run around the 443 with a fucking mop
On a kill-streak bitch I cannot be stopped
On a kill-streak bitch I cannot be stopped
Fuck religion, fuck what you believe in
If you run up on me you gon' stop breathin'
All my bros out here
Is mothafuckin' heathens
All my niggas steady mothafuckin' feenin'