"Randy Moss (Freestyle)" lyrics
YBG Lo & King Von Lyrics
Snoopii on the beat
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Can't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit, Von)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)
[King Von:]
Pull up, stretch him (Boom), I bet he thought I wasn't gonna catch him
Uh, he was doin' that flexin', now I gotta teach him a lesson
No Smith and Wesson, just my Glock and FN
You know shit get hectic, my guns kick like TEC
No second guessin' (Nah), that boy there, don't check him
I chased him, now I'm sweatin'
I'm comin', hope you ready
His legs spaghetti (Ooh), it's rainin' like confetti
Them bullets hurt, they hellish, I think he caught like seven
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Randy Moss shit)
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)
[YBG Lo:]
Yeah, I flex like smoke, woo (Flex), my niggas gorillas, zoo
Watch me act a fool (What?), okay, okay, cool (Yeah)
The opps, they brought their fanny, diamonds on me dancin'
Your bitch on my hips, but I don't do romancin'
Randy Moss shit, bitch, be cautious
All this lean get me nauseous, all this swervin' get me carsick
I ain't got no options, my wipers wipe your nose, nigga
Pull up, hop out, pop out on your bitch ass with this four, nigga
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Shh)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (Yeah)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Yeah)
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Can't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit, Von)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)
[King Von:]
Pull up, stretch him (Boom), I bet he thought I wasn't gonna catch him
Uh, he was doin' that flexin', now I gotta teach him a lesson
No Smith and Wesson, just my Glock and FN
You know shit get hectic, my guns kick like TEC
No second guessin' (Nah), that boy there, don't check him
I chased him, now I'm sweatin'
I'm comin', hope you ready
His legs spaghetti (Ooh), it's rainin' like confetti
Them bullets hurt, they hellish, I think he caught like seven
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Randy Moss shit)
Pull up, hop out, pop out (Boom), spaceship (Boom, boom)
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Won't say shit)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (On some boss shit)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Bitch, I'm Moss, shit)
[YBG Lo:]
Yeah, I flex like smoke, woo (Flex), my niggas gorillas, zoo
Watch me act a fool (What?), okay, okay, cool (Yeah)
The opps, they brought their fanny, diamonds on me dancin'
Your bitch on my hips, but I don't do romancin'
Randy Moss shit, bitch, be cautious
All this lean get me nauseous, all this swervin' get me carsick
I ain't got no options, my wipers wipe your nose, nigga
Pull up, hop out, pop out on your bitch ass with this four, nigga
[YBG Lo (King Von):]
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Yeah)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit
Pull up, hop out, pop out, spaceship
Twelve snatch a real nigga up, can't say shit (Shh)
I could teach you somethin', baby, on some boss shit (Yeah)
Intercept the cash, bitch, on Randy Moss shit (Yeah)
