MOSH PIT (FIREINTHEFLAMES DISS)
• Written by TRACK_KING
Pockets drippin'
Like they came out of the faucet
Stop it, bitches
Talkin' shit, you must've lost it
They know I'm the plug
I just broke out of the socket
I come turn the club
To a motherfucking mosh pit
Don't stand too close to me
I got all these bands all over me
Bad lil' bitch from overseas
I know that her man gon' notice me
All of this drip, iced out from my hip
I'm makin' a flow and I might catch you slip'
Diamond my neck, I got my diamond my lip
I just paid your rent to buy me a new whip,
Pockets drippin'
Like they came out of the faucet
Stop it, bitches
Talkin' shit, you must've lost it
They know I'm the plug
I just broke out of the socket
I come turn the club
To a motherfucking mosh pit
I was pushing white, I was pablo
Running from the feds in my town, hoe
Fuck with the clique, pull up to the block though
All of sudden, you gon' ask like "Where the cops go?"
Not home, Dorothy, this a pot hoe
You a cockroach, swallow, the shop's closed
You might find yourself locked behind the wrong doors
Then when you libre, they gon' tell you that it's not yours
Pockets drippin'
Like they came out of the faucet
Stop it, bitches
Talkin' shit, you must've lost it
They know I'm the plug
I just broke out of the socket
I come turn the club
To a motherfucking mosh pit
