Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
Moh Baretta
[Intro]
There's no turning back now
Phew, phew, go, go, go, aye, aye, let's go (Surf gang, bitch)
3, 2, 1, go!
[Hook]
I just copped like 200 Xans
Break this shit down, I'm the man with the plan
Finna go cop like 200 more
Do the same shit again and go get me some more
Fuck all that talk and let's go
If you ain't tryna cop, don't call my phone
We don't got none to talk about, why you on my phone
I look at everybody as a fuckin' joke
I need the prescriptions, I don't need a loan
I journey through crackheads I don't need a loan
You wasn't there at the point I was low
[?]
I swear to God this fuckin' beat sound like Italy
Had a bitch show me where [?], but she from Italy, I think
Trap in designer, Helmut Lang the jeans
[Verse]
Oh, you know I gotta get up and get me some green
I tote movin' pounds of the yellow
Drop 30 mg of codeine, and turn that shit into lean
Might pour it up and then go pop a bean
My shit's YSL but I want some Celine
You ain't never seen the men's version of Celine
That shit real nice, boy, what you mean
I been on a winning streak, they made me king
The Percocet trying to suppress me like Kane
Let's go, off the Percs, gotta get on the road
Gotta take a trip to Diego, Z-Double O
I gotta go back to Oakland and see Pentagram
Gotta chop it up on some business shit, I got a plan
Most of you rappers ain't gettin' no money, what's your plan
All you wanna do is stay in a corner and pop a Xan
Get the fuck out of here and stop bein' a bitch
You can stay in the corner when you fuckin' get rich
[Hook]
I just copped like 200 Xans
Break this shit down, I'm the man with the plan
Finna go cop like 200 more
Do the same shit again and go get me some more
Fuck all that talk and let's go
If you ain't tryna cop, don't call my phone
We don't got none to talk about, why you on my phone
I look at everybody as a fuckin' joke
I need the prescriptions, I don't need a loan
I journey through crackheads I don't need a loan
You wasn't there at the point I was low
[?]
I swear to God this fuckin' beat sound like Italy
Had a bitch show me where [?], but she from Italy, I think
Trap in designer, Helmut Lang the jeans
RADIO LOVE RAGE INTERLUDE was written by Moh Baretta.
RADIO LOVE RAGE INTERLUDE was produced by Tommytohotty.
Moh Baretta released RADIO LOVE RAGE INTERLUDE on Tue Apr 20 2021.