[Letra de "Frostbite"]

[Intro: Trilla Kid & Yung Beef]
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)

[Chorus: Trilla Kid]
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

[Verso 1: Trilla Kid]
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
[Chorus: Trilla Kid & Yung Beef]
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

[Verso 2: Yung Beef]
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)
[Chorus: Trilla Kid]
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