Mosh Pit lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B]
n*gga, uh, uh

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
b*tch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n*gga, only right I got a boss b*tch
FN open up a sucka n*gga like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your b*tch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
They love a n*gga everywhere I go 'cause I'm wavy
I'm four pockets full like that n*gga Lil' Baby
My n*ggas got a real bad name 'cause they janky
I gave a n*gga b*tch back today and he thanked me
I'm copping Vlone like that sh*t Old Navy
These n*ggas really love me, but be acting like they hate me
Free my n*gga Meech up out that cage, they tried to hang 'em
Rip Shied, I'ma pour a four for my baby
Amiri's on my ass cost a bag and I still sag
I'll make a b*tch walk the blade 'til her heels bad
Lost my n*gga to a sucka n*gga and I'm still mad
Put this forty to a n*gga dome, make 'em feel that
What the f*ck is twenty bands? b*tch, I'm getting real cash
n*ggas smoking fake Runtz, b*tch, I'm smoking real gas
Rapping 'bout a bag they never had, these n*ggas real cap
Ten bands with a Gleeky on me and that's real facts, b*tch
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
b*tch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n*gga, only right I got a boss b*tch
FN open up a sucka n*gga like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your b*tch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Twenty-two up in my clip, I cannot rock with nothing less than that
I just taxed a n*gga for an eighth, he had a FM hat
Used to be my brother, times have changed, pus*y, we deaded that
Just copped the Fanta for a buck and threw some meds in that
n*gga, you ain't smoking Runtz, that ain't from LB
sh*t you n*ggas smoking, joke is up, that sh*t is stale weed
Dumped the pole up at you sucka n*ggas, now they twelve feet
How the f*ck you loyal to your squad? You on twelve teams
On the road with three Drakes in a Sprinter van
Finna turn a summer vacay into a winter land
I go by DaBoii but ask my city, b*tch, I been a man
All this fish in the sea, who you reeling in?
And I'm the one who call the shots, I'm like the coach's son
His hand is out, I'm confused, I don't owe him none
Why would I let you hit my blunt when you ain't rolling none?
He don't wanna let his b*tch choose, see, I'm the chosen one, b*tch
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
b*tch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n*gga, only right I got a boss b*tch
FN open up a sucka n*gga like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your b*tch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
I was chilling at the house and got a call, they on some other sh*t
Opps just bent the block, guess they ain't know what they was up against
We don't never pull nothing less than chop than like a hundred clip
Three thirties on them Glocks 'cause we strapped up like we the government
We just tried to up score on a sucka, got his brother hit
n*ggas mixing fentanyl all in them Percs, I knew that wasn't legit
Just tore down a sucka n*gga house, f*cked up his mama rent
Where I'm from this thugging sh*t so common that it's common sense
And I turned to a demon when I told my uncle R.I.P.  
I told my young life kill, long as it's in the name of RBE
Them lil' n*ggas gon' step, say f*ck the rest and lose it all for me
I had to lead my n*ggas to that bag before we all deceased
You gotta know this sh*t gets tricky, you against me or you with me?
Gotta bulletproof the trucks 'cause we most hated in the city
If them sucka n*ggas kill me, terrorize 'em 'til you with me
They say God forgive, then I hope he forgive them n*ggas with me, on the gang
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
b*tch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n*gga, only right I got a boss b*tch
FN open up a sucka n*gga like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your b*tch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit, b*tch