Bud – 916frosty

My nigga Deltah in them pots

I can’t do no runner-up (I can’t do no runner-up)
Fucked her once, then now we’re not in love (Not in love)
I want you bad, but you called me “Bud”
I’ma-I’ma go grab my shades (Shades)
Bitch wanna take my pesos
It was all a mistake
I’m the one who’ll take the blame though
Got drugs on me, let the pain go
Swervin’ out in the Range Rove’
Wanna see how my day go?
Double cup for my Faygo

Living inside my dream
Ain’t really what it seems, now
Took a sip, it ain’t clean
So, I see seein’ her as bling
Got my goal and there’s a team now
We’re gonna mix the clean down
Throwin’ a little Balmain
Think I got my style, mane
She leave me on read
I’m regretting everything that I said
Said “Hello” to the man on the Moon
Told me “Frost, you just gotta stay cool” (Cool)
Man, I thought you was my girl (Girl)
Everything I wanted in the world
Now you dead, bitch
Leave her in a hearse
Tell it to the juror
Downing mine, as they wild out
Then the boy bending time now
I never get these people
Why they started acting nice now?
Who were there when the gods give
Told my boy to stop it
Drugs on me, you can’t touch
Makin’ her go bananas
Look at that man that ran up (That ran up, that ran up)
Why do I make you stand up?
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24 karat like Kobe
I’ma put on my whole team
Getting my bread no whole wheat
That’s the bus that sold me

I can’t do no runner-up (I can’t do no runner-up)
Fucked her once, then now we’re not in love (Not in love)
I want you bad, but you called me “Bud”
But-but you called me bud
I’ma-I’ma go grab my shades (Shades)
Bitch wanna take my pesos
I’ma-I’ma go grab my shades (Shades)
Got drugs on me, let the pain go
Swervin’ out in the Range Rove’
I’m the one who’ll take the blame though
Wanna see how my day go?
Double cup for my Faygo

I-It was murder what she wrote
Every night she bring the dope
Even soda pop in the tub
Now she stayin’ inside the joke
Baby girl, you’re just a fan
How you talking ’bout wedding plans?
‘Cause you know that I’m in demand
Doesn’t matter, I’m alone in my head
Crash the whip, I’m already a wreck
Everybody keep on looking to me
You want a show? I ain’t booking for free

Thought you had enough, but I know you want more (Na-na, na-na-na-na)
Like what else is in store?
Why you only want me when I’m going on tour?
Shout-out to my ex, but I’m done with that whore (Woah, woah)
She sucked me for the clout (Clout)
She asked me for a towel
They wanna be like 916
No one can take my style
Let me just point this out
We can find our own route
Tell me girl, what’s your purpose?
I wanna hear you out