[Chorus: Frosty]

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring Stacey back from the dead

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring Stacey back from the dead

[Verse 1: Frosty]

Been gone for a date, there's already trappers sitting in my man's flat

All this DNA on my shank, detectives think I'm a psychopath

In town had a hottie on me

Now I'm in this Merc, two hotties with me

When I had to watch JM bleed, that shit was a lot to see

Rolex store, I'mma buy her a bussdown

It's either crack or rap, I'mma make it somehow

A hundred light in pebs, hide that shit in a Kinder Egg

Mix this dark with F, then put that shit in a press

[Chorus: Frosty]

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring Stacey back from the dead

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring—

[Verse 2: Teeway]

Junk's eyeballs in glasses

Still none of them can't see shit clearer

Everyday pissed BV got life

We was young in a junk-house catting to clear up

A thousand revs on the M that's risky

I'm better off taking a trip with Keira

Lack on the snap and a man get whacked

That's all for the pasta, steak, aloe vera

Got saved when the X5 clocked me

Blue light hunt, ended up near Brockley

Tag that dots and it smells all fucked

But a man still stuck in the mud like broccoli

Fifteen in a bando on a COD ting

Watching punk turn a junkhead zombie

Never could a man say he half with gang

So he must run with us or man run from me

[Chorus: Frosty]

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring Stacey back from the dead

Loads of yola inside my bag

Went straight to the rasta man

CPR when I'm at the pot

Lord help me to bring this back

At this rate she ain't making winter, injecting snowballs

This b had a bad effect, now we gotta bring Stacey back from the dead