Lyrics to Mozz Crib
Bitch I B-I-P-P-E-R, bitch I'm pushin’ B (Ti-Ti-Ti-Tim—)
Bad bitch look like Kohlrabi (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah)
(Ti-Ti-Ti-Timmy Da HitMan?)
Uh
Swing that do', bounce out the V', go wet a opp’a tee (C'mere)
Murderin' shit go to skyrock but they can't get me (God damn)
Bitch I B-I-P-P-E-R, bitch I'm pushin' B (Deadass)
Bad bitch look like Kohlrabi, but Cardi to the T (Deadass,deadass)
Cardi B to me, bitch I'm a wockhardt-sippin' zombie, lean, cop a bean, pop a huh? Hoopa, I be anywhere I be
Diamonds VVS, the VS1’s they cost a little more
I just bipped a Cadillac Escalade like a Honda Accord (Yrrm, yrrm, yrrm)
I put Rick on top of Marni, I feel like I’m Rick and Morty
Double cup filled up with Barney, I'm a geek
Brodie bounce out with that heat, go to the paint like he Lеbron
Waka Flocka in the paint, let murder hank ya in front ya’ mom
That was cold
Brodiе bold-cold kill'a, Glock Medusa
Loose screw done got a lil' loos'a
I rock Rick like I’m a boost'a
Kill a chicken or a roost'a
Shouts out to that Ba-balal
My head crowned by a child ghost so when the sun down I'm around
Bip
I might pull up Need For Speed
I push to start, don't got the key
I hit the gas, ignition, nrrghm
Crouton back the glizzy
Feel like the shots just scared the cops, shit that's a nasty glizzy, hold up that's no Diddy
Fifty shots inside the Bizzy
I might walk down, give me stitch-y
GTA like it's not no kizzy
The life I live
Rock-star lifestyle, might not make it (I might not make it)
GTA, 5 star, I can't get wasted (I can't get—)
Just be patient
Bip
(Bip, yeah it's me)
(Yeah it's me)
Bad bitch look like Kohlrabi (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah)
(Ti-Ti-Ti-Timmy Da HitMan?)
Uh
Swing that do', bounce out the V', go wet a opp’a tee (C'mere)
Murderin' shit go to skyrock but they can't get me (God damn)
Bitch I B-I-P-P-E-R, bitch I'm pushin' B (Deadass)
Bad bitch look like Kohlrabi, but Cardi to the T (Deadass,deadass)
Cardi B to me, bitch I'm a wockhardt-sippin' zombie, lean, cop a bean, pop a huh? Hoopa, I be anywhere I be
Diamonds VVS, the VS1’s they cost a little more
I just bipped a Cadillac Escalade like a Honda Accord (Yrrm, yrrm, yrrm)
I put Rick on top of Marni, I feel like I’m Rick and Morty
Double cup filled up with Barney, I'm a geek
Brodie bounce out with that heat, go to the paint like he Lеbron
Waka Flocka in the paint, let murder hank ya in front ya’ mom
That was cold
Brodiе bold-cold kill'a, Glock Medusa
Loose screw done got a lil' loos'a
I rock Rick like I’m a boost'a
Kill a chicken or a roost'a
Shouts out to that Ba-balal
My head crowned by a child ghost so when the sun down I'm around
Bip
I might pull up Need For Speed
I push to start, don't got the key
I hit the gas, ignition, nrrghm
Crouton back the glizzy
Feel like the shots just scared the cops, shit that's a nasty glizzy, hold up that's no Diddy
Fifty shots inside the Bizzy
I might walk down, give me stitch-y
GTA like it's not no kizzy
The life I live
Rock-star lifestyle, might not make it (I might not make it)
GTA, 5 star, I can't get wasted (I can't get—)
Just be patient
Bip
(Bip, yeah it's me)
(Yeah it's me)
