Moshpit Acrobat lyrics

{Music]

Brand new swag brand new fit b*tch
On his ass watch him run (Fitbit)
I'm so dumb, I still hit nic
Made her c*m fell in love instant
Fell in love, block the number I'm distant
SRT wit Simba I'm driftin
Challenger to pick up these b*tches
They call, I don't pick up lil b*tch I ball
Only got time for bidness
Cash on me you got dimes and pennies
I get to the grind, got my mind on a Milli
(A Milli, A milli, A milli)

f*ck dat
I want a billion ( I want that)
f*ckboy gimme it (yeah!)
Insidious (yeah!)
How I pop out the c*nt It's a jumpscare
Uppercut the f*ck n*gga, and I leave him up there
I'm inside all of the goddamn time, my studio upstairs
(yeah!)
You texting me b*tch so you must care (uh)
Clip up a b*tch I don't cut hair
(opеn that sh*t up)

Alter ego now I'm Yvngxchris tucker
Hе a cuck I f*ck his goddamn mother
If she catch me cheating I'm in trouble
Top-Now of the ceiling
Pop out wit the dealin
That Grah Bow sound, make n*ggas run digits
My gigs wit sh*ts is in it
All the drums on this b*tch I did it

(Gig, Gig, Gig, Gig, Gig)
That's why the 808s is kickin
Aw he jumped off the stage, what the f*ck he Flippin
Aw that boy in his underwear, that n*gga trippin
What the f*ck, he landed on me Imma lift him
What the f*ck, I flip b*tch then I'm dippin
I just might visit the b*tch she distant
When I'm in it I swear she get different
That hoe my drunk she talk and I listen

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