Randy Moss
Uh
Aye
What
It's the motherfuckin' don dada in this bitch
I just caught a play touchdown Randy Moss
Rocking Jordan 4's, smoking dope, in my Hugo Boss
If I ever took a L that shit a lesson not a loss
I just want a cute bitch, ass fat, waist small
Ima get rich or die trying ion even got 50
In the party, sippin henny, ion fuck with irish whiskey
Mix the henny with the julio got my brain dizzy
Name a nigga from the go that's really fucking with me
I just got scammed that pussy nigga, this shit on the flo
How you tough on the net in person yo ass sourdough
Ima versatile artist, I got hella flows
Why the fuck you trippin' on that bitch that is not yours
Now I feel like Uzi everyday walking with a bank roll
Ima solid nigga, never switch, I can't never fold
You claim you real you a whole bitch should've never told
I was trapping in that Acura got kd's for the low
On the eway smoking dope blasting Lud Foe
OG call my phone she like when you coming home
I'm too busy chasing benji's sippin on Patron
And I'm smoking ice cream cake this shit my cologne
If it ain't bout money or matching woods leave me the fuck alone
Flexing on these niggas I feel like I'm King Kong
Shorty shaking ass she like this her favorite song
Pull up to the function I'm like what the fuck you on
(What the fuck ya on)
(Aye)
(Rolling up fat bones)
(Aye)
(Bitch, ima die alone)
(Can't bring em to the casket with me so I'm on my own)
Aye
What
It's the motherfuckin' don dada in this bitch
I just caught a play touchdown Randy Moss
Rocking Jordan 4's, smoking dope, in my Hugo Boss
If I ever took a L that shit a lesson not a loss
I just want a cute bitch, ass fat, waist small
Ima get rich or die trying ion even got 50
In the party, sippin henny, ion fuck with irish whiskey
Mix the henny with the julio got my brain dizzy
Name a nigga from the go that's really fucking with me
I just got scammed that pussy nigga, this shit on the flo
How you tough on the net in person yo ass sourdough
Ima versatile artist, I got hella flows
Why the fuck you trippin' on that bitch that is not yours
Now I feel like Uzi everyday walking with a bank roll
Ima solid nigga, never switch, I can't never fold
You claim you real you a whole bitch should've never told
I was trapping in that Acura got kd's for the low
On the eway smoking dope blasting Lud Foe
OG call my phone she like when you coming home
I'm too busy chasing benji's sippin on Patron
And I'm smoking ice cream cake this shit my cologne
If it ain't bout money or matching woods leave me the fuck alone
Flexing on these niggas I feel like I'm King Kong
Shorty shaking ass she like this her favorite song
Pull up to the function I'm like what the fuck you on
(What the fuck ya on)
(Aye)
(Rolling up fat bones)
(Aye)
(Bitch, ima die alone)
(Can't bring em to the casket with me so I'm on my own)
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Writer(s): Gabriel Ross
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