Frost Bite ft. GR8HOUSE & Lucid Bambino Lyrics

Frost bite

Frost bite

Frost bite

Frost bite

Fuck a job, making money all the time now

Bank account growing, I don't need to clock out

Water my wrists, tell me why your pockets in a drought

Bitch I'm not poor tell me what the fuck you're on about

Fit so clean bitch you know I hit it with some tide

Brand new Lamborghini bitch I speed leave the police behind

Bitch I'm so shiny when I walk around in public

Every body in a 20 mile radius go blind

Tough shit lil bitch I'm rich and you're not

Broke bitches get left behind like Slipknot

While you work your 9-5 I'm waking up when I want

While you chill in the apartments I'm just sleeping in a fuckin yacht

Food Safe wrist, keep it under 41 degrees

Closet so cold I'm riding down it on a pair of skis

Fuck CJ I'm the one who carry blue cheese

Speeding with the top down bitch I really feel the breeze

Frost bite

Boutta fucking lose my arm

Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice

I can't even feel my palm

You a fuckin broke boy

Please don't come around my spot

All these fuckin clothes cost

More than what you yearly cop

Bitch I'm cold got frost bite

Boutta fucking lose my arm

Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice

I can't even feel my palm

You a fuckin broke boy

Please don't come around my spot

All these fuckin clothes cost

More than what you yearly cop

Hold up

Look

I ain't even bout to do a little intro

Go around hear my name where the wind blow

YKK beat mode with the beats tho

Yuh

They better recognize where they stepping

Quick as fuck, strip the numbers right off of this Wesson

Bitch I'm cold, frost bite

Down to my toes, on sight

No off sight, gun is off sight

Still I tote right when the gun lights

And I don't write cause my dome shines

You and joke rhymes couldn't choke time

And I came out the gutter with no lime

Cross me get checked like a clothes line

Cold on these beats when I show ice

Bitch I come out when there's no lights

You know me and Vic come with dope rhymes

Season the beat I got no thyme

You crossing us wrong you got no life

Came from the sky like a nose dive

Impregnate the beat like a cold wife

A tick in the game I don't do lice

When I came in this bitch gonna serve lives

Frost bite

Boutta fucking lose my arm

Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice

I can't even feel my palm

You a fuckin broke boy

Please don't come around my spot

All these fuckin clothes cost

More than what you yearly cop

Bitch I'm cold got frost bite

Boutta fucking lose my arm

Bitch I'm fuckin cold as ice

I can't even feel my palm

You a fuckin broke boy

Please don't come around my spot

All these fuckin clothes cost

More than what you yearly cop