Randy Moss

(Intro: Cujo)
Madrazo sucks, that nigga trash

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Like bitch, what the makeup for?
Lookin' like a barbie doll with HH's for sure
Brown eyes, butterflies
Crack rock, crack pole
Pipe sales, rat nose
Fat sale, fat hoes
Lamborghini, black rose
Bitch I'm on that voss
Push your bitch, stand down
Put em on 10 toes
And I smoke that rock
And I smoke that bush
Casa bitches kiss men
But I kiss that cush
Goin' blatt-blatt-blatt
Bitch I tote backwoods
And I feed you to the wolves
Bitch it's an ambush

(Verse 2: Jas The Producer & Greg Streettt)
I go fast
And I'm on that shit
200, mad max, you don't want that, bitch
5 rounds, couple sticks, finna beat that brick
5 rounds, make em sick, make 'em fuck that bitch
Runnin' up, for the packs in the lot
Runnin' up a bag, phase drugs, fuck a law
Running back, with the stack, with the mop
V.I.P. pass, with the racks and Glock (bwah)

(Verse 3: Greg Streettt)
I got you all in a check
All black, European on us
My homie Ahmed the best
All for real, don't need it, for real
Shoot my shot, my shit wet like Steph (Steph)
Randy Moss you up
Just know that I'm in
Bust my rhymes and I bust that ass
Yessir, I passed you
Talkin the shit, I'm for real quick talkin' that shit
Yes I mean that shit
One more time, quit talkin' that shit
Superkick you while you takin' a shit
Yes I mean that shit
God dam, I got a strangle hold on me
Every nigga wanna talk like he done been there for my bros be

(Bridge: Greg Streettt)
Banned from the dance so back up before I fuck you up
Banned from the dance so back up before I fuck you up
Banned from the dance so back up before I fuck you up
Banned from the dance so back up before I fuck you up

(Segue: Jas The Producer)
Poppin' off the krokadil
Her skin is wrapped around the blade
I'm runnin' up the fuckin' hill
The gusher guts up on the spade

[Guitar Solo]