ShittyBoyz - Mosh Pit lyrics

[ShittyBoyz - Mosh Pit lyrics]

(Damjonboi)
Tricolored Hutch pendant hangin' off my neck, got my nose runnin'
(Chilly in this bitch, where my Goose at?)
It's a couple niggas hate my guts because they hoes love me
Twenty pointers off the mirror tint, I did the froze buffies
(Dumb-ass nigga, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita
Whole lotta gang shit, nigga
Yop, come on)

Brodie off the boomies, still'll boom an opp
Lookin' like a chemist in the lab the way I do the pop
Titi think she Uzi, all she wanna do is rock
Your bitch in that C8 lappin' up, I'm in the coupe with thots
In that water, I be armed up like an octopus
Chandeliers hangin' off my neck, I made her stop and look
If they flick the lights, I bob and weave, you know
I dodge the hook (You don't even get that shit, though)
Thirty ball in all dubs on me, got your bitch amazed
Made a ten from the crib, I ain't do shit today
If the blicky on me jam, you'll get Triple H'd
Told a bitch she fuckin' with the boss, she tryna get a raise



I was rockin' Fendi F's in school the whole time you was gettin' A's
Bitches disrespectful, whole time, pussy be on fish fillet
I be 'round some killers, you would think the block was Crystal Lake
Used to hit the bank and walk out with illegal slips of pape'
Sick your mans ain't see a pendant, only had the pape' to print 'em
Yohji Yamamotos cost a K and plus it's pape' that's in 'em
With my 'rillas sippin' Quagen, spill some on my Bape, I'm trippin'
Double team me, I'm still ten toes, learned to play my pivot
Told my shooter, "Ooh, kill him with the Drac'," like he Terio
Bank robbin' spree, that's the worst-case scenario
Turnt up off the boomies like a stereo
And they don't know my shooter's name, he lied and said DeMario

I could start a moshpit, watch this
Open it up, we rap stars on rock shit
Finna get my pop tint, every blicky got glitch
All this dog shit up on me, loaded diaper, Rodrick

Tell 'em no and they gon' treat you like the villain
Told lil' bro he catch a body, we gon' go get him a pendant
It don't matter, get it long as they print it
Might just drop a coupe for the summer with no ceiling
Shit, I feel like Weezy F
This your baby, why the fuck she always give me neck?
Pockets filled up with green, lookin' just like Shrek
It ain't Wock' until I blow up, we can make a bet
I want a milli', fuck a Richard
I can't fuck that bitch 'cause she broke, I cannot fix her
Pull that bitch from deep, buzzer beater, Reggie Miller
Real rap star, they don't care if they was sisters
Shooter jumper green, midrange, Devin Booker
Put my bitch in diamonds, now she dancin' with the stars
I don't know how niggas gettin' money, but ain't got no car
It's a lot of flavors in my 'Wood, I might just land on Mars
Ballin' ain't a crime, free all the ballers that's behind the bars

Light this bitch up
Open up that moshpit, you know what the fuck goin' on
Yop, yop

I could start a moshpit, watch this
(Turn this bitch up, turn this bitch up)
I could start a moshpit, watch this
(Go, go, go, go)
I could start a moshpit, watch this
(Shit, fuck, damn)
I could start a moshpit, watch this
I could start a moshpit, watch this

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