Randy Moss Lyrics by Chief Keef

(Hook)

My leather so soft, my gun so hard

Cock this muthafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

They layin' on the ground, they like oh God

Glo came through and started stomping on the yard

We at Glo straight chop, start pumpin' on the yard

You and John off the porch, you just jumped off the yard

The money do it to me, do it on the yard

I'm a Rarri sibil catcher, I be Randy Mars

(Verse)

I be catching everything, I think I'm Randy Moss

Threw that catch like Wendy Royce, said bitch, I'm Randy Moss

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

Pull up on some nigga flexin', now my car flossin'

I ain't goin' mad till that day that I'mma gloss it

A mighty sword captain, I don't think that I'm a boss, bitch

Spent some racks on sex, fucked the queen, she Randy Moss, bitch

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

I'm ridin' in a Randy, big lil boss shit

When I get my semi, nigga toss it

You can keep on runnin', bullets Randy Mossin'

Cooga got my gun and teach me what I taught you

(Hook)

My leather so soft, my gun so hard

Cock this muthafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

They layin' on the ground, they like oh God

Glo came through and started stomping on the yard

We at Glo straight chop, start pumpin' on the yard

You and John off the porch, you just jumped off the yard

The money do it to me, do it on the yard

I'm a Rarri sibil catcher, I be Randy Mars

(Verse 2)

(?!?) who, bitch, I play football

(?!?) who, bitch, I may lil talk

And I got a lil gun for lil boss

This a Randy Moss, it ain't no devil fall

Threw it, catch it and muthafucka halo

They gon' watch yo ass, muthafucka, swallow

Catch ya ass, muthafucka run hoe

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

He ain't talkin' money, he can't neen approach

I'm a fuckin' viking, just like Randy Moss

Greatest patriot out there, just like Randy Moss

Cuz I been gettin' guappy since like 84

(Hook)

My leather so soft, my gun so hard

Cock this muthafucka back and shoot his ass in broad day

They layin' on the ground, they like oh God

Glo came through and started stomping on the yard

We at Glo straight chop, start pumpin' on the yard

You and John off the porch, you just jumped off the yard

The money do it to me, do it on the yard

I'm a Rarri sibil catcher, I be Randy Mars