Mosh Pit

[Intro: Slimmy B]

Nigga, uh, uh

[Chorus: Slimmy B]

Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit

Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith

Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch

FN open up a sucka nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga everywhere I go 'cause I'm wavy

I'm four pockets full like that nigga Lil' Baby

My niggas got a real bad name 'cause they janky

I gave a nigga bitch back today and he thanked me

I'm copping Vlone like that shit Old Navy

These niggas really love me, but be acting like they hate me

Free my nigga 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 bitch walk the blade 'til her heels bad

Lost my nigga to a sucka nigga and I'm still mad

Put this forty to a nigga dome, make 'em feel that

What the fuck is twenty bands? Bitch, I'm getting real cash

Niggas smoking fake Runtz, bitch, I'm smoking real gas

Rapping 'bout a bag they never had, these niggas real cap

Ten bands with a Gleeky on me and that's real facts, bitch

[Chorus: Slimmy B]

Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit

Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith

Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch

FN open up a sucka nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga for an eighth, he had a FM hat

Used to be my brother, times have changed, pussy, we deaded that

Just copped the Fanta for a buck and threw some meds in that

Nigga, you ain't smoking Runtz, that ain't from LB

Shit you niggas smoking, joke is up, that shit is stale weed

Dumped the pole up at you sucka niggas, now they twelve feet

How the fuck 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, bitch, 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 bitch choose, see, I'm the chosen one, bitch

[Chorus: Slimmy B]

Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit

Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith

Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch

FN open up a sucka nigga 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 bitch 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 shit

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

Niggas mixing fentanyl all in them Percs, I knew that wasn't legit

Just tore down a sucka nigga house, fucked up his mama rent

Where I'm from this thugging shit 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' niggas gon' step, say fuck the rest and lose it all for me

I had to lead my niggas to that bag before we all deceased

You gotta know this shit gets tricky, you against me or you with me?

Gotta bulletproof the trucks 'cause we most hated in the city

If them sucka niggas kill me, terrorize 'em 'til you with me

They say God forgive, then I hope he forgive them niggas with me, on the gang

[Chorus: Slimmy B]

Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit

Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith

Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch

FN open up a sucka nigga 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 bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids

I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit, bitch