Yin (Interlude) E

The composition is something. Frolova, Frolova, Frolova. Just bring me that coca, ain't talking 'bout Cola. Frolova, Frolova, Frolova. Just pass me that bottle, ain't tryna stay sober. Frolova, Frolova, Frolova. She making guala, go work on the corner. Her name is Frolova, you fuck with this bitch And she go get her brother. Frolova, Frolova, I'm stuck in the street. Get me that taxi, I'm just tryna eat. Frolova, Frolova, Frolova. When she coming over, she never retreat. Frolova, Frolova, don't fuck with police. She hid that molly right under the seat. Her name is Frolova, you fuck with this bitch, Boy, don't ask for receipts. If she saying it's good, then she talking 'bout Weed. Man, she came from the hood with a Fucking O. Z She got that info, She never deceive. Her brother like info, she get what she need. Frolova, Frolova, don't fuck with your number. You calling private, you won't get that answer. Her name is Frolova, she straight from the slum, But don't wear no summer. She'll smell a snitch undercover. She sticking bitches for paper, they all. She got my back through the karma. She always help me recover. Frolova, Frolova, Frolova. She make me go psycho, I think that I Love her. Frolova, she gon' bring the heat like She Florida. Killing the speed with a mink on The corner. Calling Frolova for something. After I call her, I'm buzzing. Man, sometimes life so disgusting. Lyrics so real when I'm dumping. Frolova gets me so destructive. I hit it, I hit it, I hit it. She hit me, I'm blessing, she go get her Cousin. She know I ain't bluffing