DING DONG DITCH lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Astro on the beat!
Yuh
Ayy
b*tch
(b*tch) pus*y!
Uh
What?
Ayy!

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*tch, they play your song, we hit skip
I’ma 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

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
I make that b*tch 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, pus*y boy 'gon catch a brusin', ayy

[Bridge: Sad Frosty]
Ding dong ditchin' on the block with Lil Darkie
Make the wrong move up in this b*tch, then crack up sparkin’
Tearin’ up your neighborhood like we at a party
I'ma dive up in your b*tch pus*y like my name Jeff Hardy, ayy
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Uh, like my name Jeff Hardy, ayy
Pull up on your b*tch and get my jizz up on her Cartier
But why you talkin’ reckless?
Hangin' from your Cuban link, that sh*t might leave you neckless
All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
I got the water, decide to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't want none of you n*ggas to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a f*ckin’ baker, put the shaker to your head
All my lines, you reflect, uh, uh, uh
I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let 'em in, put him in sediment
I burned the f*ck out my high school letterman
I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hittin' like ten of 'em, uh
I put that sh*t on my n*ggas, and all that I love
I 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 b*tch, I switch my flow, make a n*gga di*k soft
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, standing in the flip flops
Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit b*tch
Pray for a n*gga big dock
b*tch, pray for a n*gga, run game for a n*gga
You lame with a bit of b*tch salt, b*tch, pray for a n*gga, run game for a n*gga
You lame with a bit of b*tch salt, b*tch, pray for a n*gga, run game for a n*gga (Ayy, Frosty, this sh*t lit)
You lame with a bit of b*tch salt, b*tch, pray for a n*gga, run game for a n*gga, you lame! (Uh, yeah!)
[Verse 3: Sad Frosty]
Bl-Blickeys on my hips, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'
M-Masked-up, strapped-up, b*tch, we get to bussin'
Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' b*tch, 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'ma beat him back out hit a [?]
Attention span short, told that b*tch to entertain me
I wish everybody f*ck you, broke boy, you too lazy

[Hook: Sad Frosty]
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*tch, 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

[Outro: Sad Frosty]
Uh!