Randy Moss

[Intro]

Soft, so hard

Motherfucker, in broad day

Oh God! (Oh God!)

[Chorus]

My leather so soft, my gun is so hard

Cock this mothafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

He layin' on the ground, they like "Oh God!"

Glo came through and started stompin' on the yard

We got Glocks and chops, start poppin' on the yard

You ain't jump off the porch, you just jumped out the yard

That money money, throw it to me, throw it 100 yards

I’m a wide receiver, catch it, I'm a Randy Moss

[Verse 1]

I be catchin' everything, I think I’m Randy Moss

Threw that cash like weddin' rice, that bitch she Randy Moss'd it

She said that she want some kids, opened her mouth she caught it

Pull up on 'em, niggas flexin', like my car flossin'

I ain’t gone matte it, I think that I’ma gloss it

Almighty So a captain, I don’t think that I’m a boss, bitch

Spent some racks at Saks Fifth, the queen she Randy Moss'd it

I could be runnin' backwards, I still Randy Moss shit

I’m ridin' in that rental, Big Glo, boss shit

And I get my semi, nigga, talk shit

You can keep on runnin', bullets Randy Moss'n

'Cause I got my gun and you teach me what I taught you

[Chorus]

My leather so soft, my gun is so hard

Cock this mothafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

He layin' on the ground, they like "Oh God!"

Glo came through and started stompin' on the yard

We got Glocks and chops, start poppin' on the yard

You ain't jump off the porch, you just jumped out the yard

That money money, throw it to me, throw it 100 yards

I’m a wide receiver, catch it, I'm a Randy Moss

[Verse 2]

I don't hoop, bitch, I play football

Glo on who bitch? I make lil talk

And I got a big gun for lil boss

This a Randy Moss, this ain’t no damn revolver

When I catch his ass, mothafuckin' hollow

They gon' wet yo ass, mothafucka swallow

Get ya ass, mothafucka run hoe

Run up, done up, run up, then you’re done hoe

He ain’t talkin' money, he can’t even approach

I’m a fuckin' Viking just like Randy Moss

That bitch patriotic just like Randy Moss

'Cause I been gettin' guappy since like '84

[Chorus]

My leather so soft, my gun is so hard

Cock this mothafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

He layin' on the ground, they like "Oh God!"

Glo came through and started stompin' on the yard

We got Glocks and chops, start poppin' on the yard

You ain't jump off the porch, you just jumped out the yard

That money money, throw it to me, throw it 100 yards

I’m a wide receiver, catch it, I'm a Randy Moss