Frosty the Dirty Man

[Intro]
(no no no, listen)
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1]
Time of my life
Ain’t a bill in sight
Name ain’t on that lease
Still sleep all right
Thirty‑nine
Still floatin’
Same shirt
Whole rotation
House to house
Same game
New location
Couch king
Crown on a shoebox
Two drawers
One pair of tube socks
She cook
I kick my feet up
She trip
I pack my beat‑up
[Chorus]
Frosty the dirty man
Slide in when I can
Her crib
Her car
Her plan
Yeah
I’m him
Not them
Frosty the dirty man
New sheets
Same scam
She say “grow up
” I grin
Yeah
I’m him
Not them (hey)
[Verse 2]
No job
No rush
No résumé
She say
“What’s your five‑year plan?” I say
“Today”
Netflix on
Her card on file
My name on her phone with a little heart smile
Her place
Then her friend’s place
Same backpack
Whole new face
She talk futures
I talk food
She talk rings
I hit snooze
[Chorus]
Frosty the dirty man
Slide in when I can
Her crib
Her car
Her plan
Yeah
I’m him
Not them
Frosty the dirty man
New sheets
Same scam
She say “grow up
” I grin
Yeah
I’m him
Not them (oh yeah)
[Bridge]
She like
“Boy
You ain’t right”
I’m like
“Girl
I ain’t wrong”
You knew what it was first night
You still let me stay this long
[Chorus]
Frosty the dirty man
Slide in when I can
Her crib
Her car
Her plan
Yeah
I’m him
Not them
Frosty the dirty man
New sheets
Same scam
She say “grow up
” I grin
Yeah
I’m him
Not them

Greasy late-2000s club rap with male vocals: swung trap drums, rubbery sub-bass, eerie bell loop. Verses stay sparse so the vocal flex cuts through; hook stacks chanted gang vocals, detuned ad-libs, and a distorted riser into each drop. Mix pushes the lead vocal upfront with gritty saturation and slapback delays on key punchlines.