Rot Ken - Moshpit lyrics

(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)

Choppa' make him dance like it's a mosh pit
I shoot like Dennis Rodman
Step on him, we miss his partner
I can't use the regular clip
I need a switch,  I got a problem
Ima shoot it till it click
Don't worry about me just shoot your target
She can't come into my field
That bitch a groupie and i'm bothered
You hang with him, you get hit too
1600, 32, I thought I landed on the moon
I nutted then she ate it up
She peanut butter Reese's cup
I don't like niggas
Choppa gon' fight with em'

Ballin' like im Mike Williams
She callin, I can't vibe with her
We trappin through the side window
We caught him, that's another victim
Run around with the Drac
Go ahead and go get em
It's a lot on my plate
And i'm just tryna' finish
Got yo bitch in my face
She was thinkin' she my sister
Put a dick and a drum on that bitch
But "No Homo" though, Glock with a scope
She said she want some dope
Told my choppa that I miss her
It say "I miss you most"
She got glasses like she Velma
I put it in her throat
Fuck a baller, im a center
Ima' pick and roll
Fuck a call, im finna' go and get him
Wood and Drac, no splinters
Nigga's copying my flow, no printer
Heart cold as December
That's my twin but I wasn't born with him
I know orange dealers
Bullets flying through the night
It look like swarms hit em'

Choppa' make him dance like it's a mosh pit
I shoot like Dennis Rodman
Step on him, we miss his partner
I can't use the regular clip
I need a switch, I got a problem
Ima shoot it till it click
Don't worry about me just shoot your target
She can't come into my field
That bitch a groupie and i'm bothered
You hang with him, you get hit too
1600, 32, I thought I landed on the moon
I nutted then she ate it up
She peanut butter Reese's cup
I don't like niggas
Choppa gon' fight with em'

Ima' make this choppa stripe
We get the drop, we spin the night
My young nigga be so thieving
Grab that glizzy steal your life
Bet not catch him out of bounds
Jumped in that water, almost drowned
These switches do some magic tricks
You play with me, we run shit down
Got Givenchy on my shirt, bitch I got better
I'm the Devil, write that letter
Fuck that bitch, I tried to help her
I put her boyfriend on a stretcher
He didn't die, that boy survived
But that boy on Channel 5 just like Chucky
Come and play I want to
Catch his friends outside

Bitch talk to me like a man
I got bands stuffed in my pants
I swear this shit might make me dance
Heard them niggas in a group
Time to step on all they clan
Spin again, blood bath
This shit get easier than some math

Choppa' make him dance like it's a mosh pit
I shoot like Dennis Rodman
Step on him, we miss his partner
I can't use the regular clip
I need a switch, I got a problem
Ima shoot it till it click
Don't worry about me just shoot your target
She can't come into my field
That bitch a groupie and i'm bothered
You hang with him, you get hit too
1600, 32, I thought I landed on the moon
I nutted then she ate it up
She peanut butter Reese's cup
I don't like niggas
Choppa gon' fight with em'