a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rio da yung og - thug talk lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
alright
ghetto boy sh+t, n+gga
i’m gaffle boy sh+t, n+gga, money is not everything

[verse]
i’m on pres—
i’m on prescription drugs
bro’ll get on tip and bring it in the club
i know this sh+t little, but it cost a dub
you was lookin’ out the window, but we walkin’ up
from the other side
a fentanyl pill is how my brother died
ain’t no body believe in me when my brother tried
he paid for a feature with k+money just for us to ride
like i hit the b+tch raw, i bust inside
f+ck the dope game, all the hustlers died
all the hustlers liеd, all the hustlers fried
hе in jail for cocaine or a homicide
seen too many people get smacked, bro, i’m traumatized
i just took a b+tch to the jungle on a llama ride
she could be some fine sh+t, still not gon’ try
but if she cut into me, sh+t, i’m not gon’ lie
i’m still gon’ hit her
matter fact, i’m straight, fill gon’ hit her
i don’t wanna hear you n+ggas songs, but will gon’ listen
that n+gga younger than me, still gon’ listen
’cause he havin’ gaffle, he know what to do
i showed him an m and he he showed me two
where you get two million from? i should’ve rode with you
let me guess, you put your all in a n+gga and he stole from you
i can get a pint every day, i control the juice
i got some clean cocaine, put your nose to use
test this out for me
i need some dog sh+t, help me out, brother
i’m rich as f+ck, i did not stutter
i can tell what kind of drink the n+gga drinkin’ ’cause the pop color
i turned the switch on, then the glock stutter
lamb truck relish, it is not mustard
shoot a n+gga in his hotdog bun
i hit him in his head and got dog gunned
when my lil’ n+gga died, sh+t was all fun
’til somebody pulled up on they block and shot all of ’em
it’s only ten act’ pints in the world, i got all of ’em
he ain’t know how to handle rock, i took the ball from him
don’t compare me to no n+gga in that city, i got tall money
if i tell a b+tch i’m worth a hunnid’ m’s, she might fall for it
’cause i look like it
i ran my sh+t up, now your big homie look triflin’
when you think about it
that n+gga bought a ounce, we’ll drink a bottle
i want some fine sh+t from miami, she want want pink molly
i’m stand on business ’til my feet rot
he was on the internet woofin’, seen him, now he peep out him
didn’t get a peep out him, he ain’t say sh+t
don’t throw a shot at me ’cause i know how them k’s hit
i’ma pull up on your ass with a sk
if a n+gga touch me, somebody dyin’ the next day
or the same night
got on the fed plane and youngboy was on the same flight
hit her off a 30, i ain’t never nut but she came twice
hit the b+tch four times one night, but i came twice
right now i’m with my latina b+tch, eatin’ asian rice
hit his ass with a narcan, that’ll save his life

- rio da yung og lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS