Lil Cope - MOSH

Gotta slide on your bitch like a stolen base (Slide)
Imma check her ID, ain't gone catch a case (Aye)
Rolling Loud I got titties all in my face
Superman to your bitch I'm her saving grace
I won't call her her name imma call her bae (Bae)
Rich Forever lil bitch I get racks today (Aye)
Hit it raw but I'm never gone cum inside (No)
Hit the bitch and then make her go fly away (Zoom)
I ain't snitch on the gang, imma hit the bitch (Pow)
Got six rings on my hands like I'm Belichick
They say Cope he a dopeboy he selling shit (Dope boy)
She be loving the vibe now she on my dick
I don't play with no toy cuz I pick up sticks (Fye)
Man your hoe she a thot got a hunnid kids (Whoa)
Free my nigga he trapped up inside the bitch
We gone shoot at the opp cuz he fuckin snitched (Let's go)
I got the case closed (Bitch)
Nut on her face woah (Ugh)
I got the bankroll (Ugh)
We let the tank roll (Ugh)
Don't fuck my punk
Shoot yo ass silent, I kill you like monk
Yeah I come I'm from the south bitch you know I get crunk
Got the racks in the back, we got sticks in trunk (Got the stick in trunk)
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
All on her face, all on her face
All on her face, all on her face
All on her lace, all on her lace
All on her lace, all on her lace (Yeah)
Jump in the mu'fuckin' mosh (Yeah)
Jump in the mu'fuckin' mosh (Yeah)
Jump in the mu'fuckin' mosh (Yeah)
Jump in the mu'fuckin' mosh (Yeah)
If she gone cap bitch you know I stay fitted
I fuck with my crodie, my twins always winning
They popping some X, they sipping on 'deine
I got all my punks off the block on the scene

Written by:
Chris Copeland

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