Joey Fatts - Mossberg Moss lyrics

[Hook: Joey Fatts x2] Pump on the dresser, pills in the drawer Bulldog .44 send your a** to the lord Yeah we getting money trapping bud, and n***a want more Run up in your house, hammers out, lay you on the floor [Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Chopper city, chop the party, you know I had to rock the pump Rock the body, chunk of that maserati, I drop the chump I'm your pitchers pitcher, pitching broads Sticking dick to jaws, I'm flipping cars, I'm switching broads I hustle hard, I bag the work, birds let my packets chirp Used to flip the dirt in the back of church, my pastor used to puff and pa** it first Had the pistol at the ratchet twerk Just to let you know that you real and you can't get murked p**y, slipping is a no go Yoppers only levitating OVO's That's the motto, n***a yolo, rocking with the four four Got the molly by the snow globe [Hook: Joey Fatts x2] Pump on the dresser, pills in the drawer Bulldog .44 send your a** to the lord Yeah we getting money trapping bud, and n***a want more Run up in your house, hammers out, lay you on the floor [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Tell my mama "congratulations, you made a soldier" I made a lot of money doing sh** I wasn't supposed to Put your baby on the poster, play by the rules if you want No father figure, I came up around them starving n***as Posted by the projects while you angles living off Olympic Papa made a living off the choppers 'til the coppers flicked him City's filthy, mean the business cause you heard it n***a Back in '06 the YS used to murder n***as So tell me, why would I be sitting here 'fraid to die With this big a** 45 and all the homies by my side Angels flying out that chamber, n***a catch a ride Eastside, two G's, SF49