Mosh Pit
Heard you been talking that shit
Well how about you show me
My wrist is a hoagie
Miracle Whip
You push a bologna
I'm hitting the switch
I burn out a bitch
I'm pushing them Ponies
I push right up on him
I got the glick it get right up off me
Now i'm feeling bossy
I got the drip and i'm feeling saucy
I come through the flossy
Gun on my hip and one in the car seat
She bounce on the dick
Say she want a tip
So how much it cost me
I bless up the party
Now i'm feeling godly
I ride like a Harley
All in the mix but it ain't no stalling
Yeah im into balling
You on the bench
I shoot like a Harden
I came in a Bent
I'm fresher to death
I came in a coffin
I pull up and park it
And they get to barking
I can't feel my face
I'm high outer space
I feel like a Martian
I'm stuck in the place
Oh here come the Jakes
I feel like a goner
If I run it straight
Or stop for a take
They feel it regardless
I'm going the hardest
I stack it the tallest
I run in the place
I fill up the safe
My bank is the largest
I'm running the plays
So fuck what you say
I'm making the progress
She all in my face
Just calling me Bae
I tell her to stop it
So clear out the way
And cover your face
We making a mosh pit
When I got the flame
I'm taking my aim
I'm hitting the target
Man it's not a game
Boy is you insane
Or is you retarded
The bezel is plain
I ice out the chain
I'm just getting started
So get out the lane
If you want to jump
Cause i'm feeling froggy
I'm feeling froggy
I do them doggy
Missing i'm hardly
I got the drip and my fit is so soggy
Look at the wrist
Nigga don't trip
You ain't tripping you jogging
Your pockets is starving
You look like a bargain
We spraying like Pam
If you got them Gina's
We left with a Martin
No you cannot see me like Cena
We come with them Nina's and spark them
Them bottles they come with the sparklers
Three hundred bitches like Spartans
Heard you been talking that shit
Well how about you show me
My wrist is a hoagie
Miracle Whip
You push a bologna
I'm hitting the switch
I burn out a bitch
I'm pushing the Ponies
I push right up on him
I got the glick
It get right up off me
Now i'm feeling bossy
I got the drip
And i'm feeling saucy
I come through the flossy
Gun on my hip
And one in the car seat
She bounce on the dick
Say she want a tip
So how much it cost me
I bless up the party
Now i'm feeling godly
Well how about you show me
My wrist is a hoagie
Miracle Whip
You push a bologna
I'm hitting the switch
I burn out a bitch
I'm pushing them Ponies
I push right up on him
I got the glick it get right up off me
Now i'm feeling bossy
I got the drip and i'm feeling saucy
I come through the flossy
Gun on my hip and one in the car seat
She bounce on the dick
Say she want a tip
So how much it cost me
I bless up the party
Now i'm feeling godly
I ride like a Harley
All in the mix but it ain't no stalling
Yeah im into balling
You on the bench
I shoot like a Harden
I came in a Bent
I'm fresher to death
I came in a coffin
I pull up and park it
And they get to barking
I can't feel my face
I'm high outer space
I feel like a Martian
I'm stuck in the place
Oh here come the Jakes
I feel like a goner
If I run it straight
Or stop for a take
They feel it regardless
I'm going the hardest
I stack it the tallest
I run in the place
I fill up the safe
My bank is the largest
I'm running the plays
So fuck what you say
I'm making the progress
She all in my face
Just calling me Bae
I tell her to stop it
So clear out the way
And cover your face
We making a mosh pit
When I got the flame
I'm taking my aim
I'm hitting the target
Man it's not a game
Boy is you insane
Or is you retarded
The bezel is plain
I ice out the chain
I'm just getting started
So get out the lane
If you want to jump
Cause i'm feeling froggy
I'm feeling froggy
I do them doggy
Missing i'm hardly
I got the drip and my fit is so soggy
Look at the wrist
Nigga don't trip
You ain't tripping you jogging
Your pockets is starving
You look like a bargain
We spraying like Pam
If you got them Gina's
We left with a Martin
No you cannot see me like Cena
We come with them Nina's and spark them
Them bottles they come with the sparklers
Three hundred bitches like Spartans
Heard you been talking that shit
Well how about you show me
My wrist is a hoagie
Miracle Whip
You push a bologna
I'm hitting the switch
I burn out a bitch
I'm pushing the Ponies
I push right up on him
I got the glick
It get right up off me
Now i'm feeling bossy
I got the drip
And i'm feeling saucy
I come through the flossy
Gun on my hip
And one in the car seat
She bounce on the dick
Say she want a tip
So how much it cost me
I bless up the party
Now i'm feeling godly
Credits
Writer(s): Darien Thompson
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