Yung Beef, Trilla Kid - Frostbite letra de (lyrics)

I got frostbite from my head, to my toe
(808 Mafia)
I got frostbite from my head, to my toe
(Ah ah) i got frostbite (Eh)

I got frostbite from my head on to my toe
I done ice, ice, got my fuckin' body froze
Sorry, that’s the life
(Life) , that I finally chose slatt shit
(Slatt) , I'ma fall in work right now
I got the Louis, The Christian
The Audemars Queen and Gucci, all the Dior
I got the 30 wood Glocks in the
Benz and the AK's and R’s
They even want war
Run about me, you'll get hit in your shit
Still in a cliz when your
Body still on the floor
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm
Gettin' that money
I'm throwin' them hundreds
I’m buyin’ the store

There's no way, Audemars drip my vase, uh
That little bitch, come to the crib
And she gonna slay, uh
Run about me, you’ll get hit with the K
We know cause you when I saved your lotto
When is she gon' pull me out of space?
Two thirties
Baby, I'm gon' put you in your place, yeah

I got frostbite from my head on to my toe
I done ice, ice, got my fuckin’ body froze
Sorry, that's the life
(Life) , that I finally chose slatt shit
(Slatt) , I'ma fall in work right now
I got the Louis, The Christian
The Audemars Queen and Gucci, all the Dior
I got the 30 wood Glocks in the
Benz and the AK's and R's
They even want war
Run about me, you'll get hit in your shit
Still in a cliz when your
Body still on the floor
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm
Gettin' that money
I'm throwin' them hundreds
I'm buyin' the store

Chapo del año y no vuelvo a prisión
En casa 'e la mama no tiene' visión
Tú ere' un fucking pichón
Tú no tiene' ambición
Tú te vive' la movie, yo escribo el guion
Tengo las Gucci, las Louis y las Dior
La Glock en la suite del Hilton chingando
Escuchando a Marilyn Manson
Mucho guap (Guap)
Dior my drip, my swag (Swag)
Dolce & Gabanna splash (Splash)
Tengo dos groupie', la Nina, ¿y qué?
Tamo' tirando billete' en el club
Mira el piquete, no para 'e gotear
Tu puta mojada como un calamar (Skrrt)

I got frostbite from my head on to my toe
I done ice, ice, got my fuckin' body froze
Sorry, that's the life
(Life) , that I finally chose slatt shit
(Slatt) , I'ma fall in work right now
I got the Louis, The Christian
The Audemars Queen and Gucci, all the Dior
I got the 30 wood Glocks in the
Benz and the AK's and R's
They even want war
Run about me, you'll get hit in your shit
Still in a cliz when your
Body still on the floor
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm
Gettin' that money
I'm throwin' them hundreds
I'm buyin' the store