Zack & Cody lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty]
Mwah Ha Ha Ha Ha
b*tch, uh
Astro on the beat (Okay)
Huh, pus*y
Uh, yeah
Ayy
Not smokin' crack
Uh, b*tch, uh
A-A-Astro got it runnin'

[Chorus: Sad Frosty]
Pop out on a opp broad day with a Glock on my waist and a K in his face (b*tch, yeah, grrah)
pus*y boy talk that sh*t in my comments, he be hatin', but his b*tch gimme face
I don't really give no f*cks, why you trippin' 'bout a b*tch? Over here, no love (Huh, what?)
Got his b*tch in my tub, pull up sticks in the club (Thot!)
I be in the strip throwin' hundreds and them ones (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
Said I cannot f*ck with y'all because we all know you phony
pus*y boy tried to dap me up, b*tch, you not my homie (b*tch!)
Said she wanna f*ck on Frosty, lil' b*tch, you gotta show me (Huh, thot!)
Feel like Sosa in the mix, I up the strap if you owe me (Ayy, pew-pew-pew, what?)
Got Ksubi jeans on, don't pop no damn Xans (Uh, okay)
Called his main b*tch she come over, do a handstand (She a hoe)
Lil' b*tch, I'm the damn man, Zack and Cody, got two b*tches (Huh, huh, ayy)
I'm a sc*m, might f*ck both sisters, jack off so much, I got blisters, ayy (b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
Pop out on a opp broad day with a Glock on my waist and a K in his face (b*tch, what?)
pus*y boy talk that sh*t in my comments, he be hatin' but his b*tch gimme face (What, gang-gang)
I don't really give no f*cks, why you trippin' 'bout a b*tch? Over here, no love (Huh, what?)
Got his b*tch in my tub, pull up sticks in the club (Thot!)
I be in the strip throwin' hundreds and them ones (Cash!)

[Verse 2: DC The Don & Sad Frosty]
Big chop, f*ck it, I'ma let it spray (What?)
Grrr, bow, b*tch, we airin' out the place (Bah, goddamn)
Check it out, check it out, check it out, watch all them bullets hittin' his face (Grrr, Bah-bah-bah-bah!)
I been up servin' it down, 3 AM in that studio with Lil Tray (Tray!)
Hop out with a Glock broad day, if the opps out, sh*t, we ain't playin' sh*t safe (What?)
And my BAPE's in the car, b*tch, we bathin' the ape, if it's up, then it's up, I don't care what they say (What?)
Pikachu, Pikachu, who in the Wraith? He a dolphin, I had just put a hole in his face
And my mama did not raise a ho, I don't play, and that swish a n*gga sh*t, we into it today (Yeah, what?)
Better talk to me proper, I'm ready to drop her, that n*gga not me, he a real good imposter
Got this b*tch losin' oxygen, she need a doctor, she's a really good sport, somebody come stop her (What?)
Oh, that n*gga gon' tell, he gon' sing like the opera, and somebody come pour 'em, who the f*ck are these oppers?
n*gga you a small fry, 3 times what? Every time me and Frosty link up, it's a bopper, b*tch (Uh, okay)

[Verse 3: Sad Frosty]
Ride around town in an all-black Beamer, got a b*tch on my di*k, she gon' swallow the semen (Skrr, thottie!)
"Frosty, why you leave me?" I ain't had no reason, I been posted in the hills, sold my soul to some demons (Huh, b*tch, what?)
Daily mood swings, wrist like 2 Chainz, like The Rock, b*tch, I'm a baller (Ayy)
All my haters broke as hell, I'm rich as f*ck, won't drop a dollar (Uh-huh, uh, pus*y!)
[Chorus: Sad Frosty & DC The Don ]
Pop out on a opp broad day with a Glock on my waist and a K in his face (b*tch, yeah, b*tch)
pus*y boy just talk that sh*t in my comments, he be hatin' but his b*tch gimme face
I don't really give no f*cks, why you trippin' 'bout a b*tch? Over here, no love (Huh, what?)
Got his b*tch in my tub, pull up sticks in the club (Thot!)
I be in the strip throwin' hundreds and them ones

[Outro: Sad Frosty]
Uh, yeah, b*tch!