I Randy Moss the b#tch, I don’t really care
Like bro you lost the b#tch, I don’t really share
No, I’m Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you
He gon’ need a tissue, y’know?
I Randy Moss the b#tch, I don’t really care
Like bro you lost the b#tch, I don’t really share
No, I’m Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you
He gon’ need a tissue, y’know?
Holla at that little p#ss# boy, hit me once
Play with my choppa and we run it up
Blood, sweat, and codeine in my cup
Fifteen and I’m making green, wassup b#tch?
I know this sh#t isn’t luck b#tch
Feature’s seventy bucks b#tch
If you take a look at my gun b#tch
You better know how to run
Shit!
Look at my chain it’s cold as hell
Perfеct b#tch like Tinkerbell
I see that b#tch with hеr new Benz
She look at me I weak her well
You know we steady
So really I’m good, my soul I won’t sell
I really don’t do this rap talk sh#t
But I get on the beat and I ahahahaha- !
I Randy Moss the b#tch, I don’t really care
Like bro you lost the b#tch, I don’t really share
No, I’m Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you [Ohhhhhh
He gon’ need a tissue, y’know? [Ohhhhhh]
Woah, woah, I do not come with the talking
f#ck all those comments little b#tch I been watching
Yeah, huh, yeah
Pass the rocket to the gang, I’ll get the bucket
Call him Robert he gon’ roll when I’m open
He gon’
And your b#tch ten times short, she wanna f#ck it
Got em like Twiin, and she’s st-st-stuttering
Damn when she throw it, she buttering me up
And your b#tch ten times short, she wanna- [Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhh
We gonna it out
I can’t see her today, I gotta space it out
Two bi hoes in the back, they making out
Then they gon’ tell me that I made it out
Old friends switched up they be like, “How much you making now?”
sh#t I can’t say what I’m making now
I putting in more then I’m taking out
God damn, and there’s a lot I’m taking out
I, I Randy Moss the b#tch and I don’t want her
Oh, but you still lost the b#tch [Diss us boy we diss you
I, I Randy Moss the b#tch, dodging all these hoes
Three times on go
I-
I Randy Moss the b#tch, I don’t really care
Like bro you lost the b#tch, I don’t really share
No, I’m Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you
He gon’ need a tissue, y’know?
Nah, nah
Achoo, achoo [Hehe
Baby girl I’m feeling blessed [Yeah
Big bodies, think I’ma put them to rest
I got thirty shots, I’ma fill up his chest [Yeah, yeah
Huh, forward the gang into the storage
You really think I’ma fool? I’ma up the tool
I’ma make them think I’m going for it
Huh, ain’t no way I’m gonna for it
I got my foot on the gas and I’m flooring
I got your b#tch and she gagging and moaning
Busting em out, say top of the morning
Huh, and I hit that b#tch from the backside
Pretty little b#tch telling me I’m a bad guy
I just be stacking my bread cause the racks high
You must’ve simply not known I’m that guy
Huh, and we line them up like a stencil
Up on his big body, think it’s a missile
Whew, hahaha
And watch out the cops got a whistle
I Randy Moss the b#tch, I don’t really care
Like bro you lost the b#tch, I don’t really share
No, I’m Bob Rossing this let me paint a picture
Diss us boy we diss you
He gon’ need a tissue, y’know?
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