Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aggressiveness, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aggressiveness |
| What up Wayne |
| Ghetto boy shit, nigga you know what the fuck going on |
| Alright, mmm |
| I was riding with a gun and a scale when I went to jail |
| So fucked up, was throwing quarters in a wishing well |
| She ain’t even take her panties off yet, and its a fishy smell |
| Got into it with my bitch, and left the crib with 30 racks, told her wish me |
| well |
| Who got a brick for sale |
| I got 3 pints of wockhardt right now, another zip for sale |
| Short me, this is not a zip, bro fix your scale |
| Dick so good, I ain’t have to fight the bitch, I made her hit herself |
| Lying talking 'bout you got a hundred, do you hear yourself |
| Niggas poor minded, they don’t want a M, they wanna hear they self |
| Like, you get it? |
| Like they don’t want a M, they wanna be muted |
| So, they don’t wanna hear, alright |
| You gotta know how, listen, you gotta know how to work Pro Tools to know what |
| I’m talking about |
| Alright, alright, alright, you gotta know this though |
| Alright, alright, alright, I’m back |
| You gotta know how to work a AK, you wanna kill somebody |
| I could lose everything I got today, but I’m still somebody |
| God blessed me with a gift, I wanna heal somebody |
| Signed to DistroKid, I’ll never sign a record deal probably |
| Nope, I’ll never sign a dotted line |
| Got into with my right hand cause it shot a 9 |
| Oh we talking 'bout drank, I done drunk a 8 a lotta times |
| Heard doggie bone told again and I’m not surprised |
| He should get a piggy bank, he dropped a lotta dimes |
| I don’t own these pants I got on, but the pockets mine |
| Bitch my baby momma love my dirty draws, you don’t gotta like me |
| Plus I got a dirty Glock in my draws, you don’t gotta fight me |
| If you see me out just say what up, you ain’t gotta write me |
| Three M30 blues in me, I just popped a 90 |
| Had to cut my cousin off, he was kinda shiesty |
| Got a bougie bitch, lil ankle biter, she kinda feisty |
| I just hit the Wock raw, it was kinda tasty |
| Regret shooting dog crib up, I coulda shot a baby |
| Hundred dollar 3.5 of wafers, got a thousand eighfy’s |
| Fucked ten hoes raw, and they all pregnant, I got a lot of maybes |
| Had to tell baby ghost chill, he just shot a stranger |
| Yesterday a nigga got killed, right here, but we not in danger |
| Blue hundreds thick like a notebook, I got a lotta paper |
| AR loud as fuck, it need a carburetor |
| Just left the town, on my way to the country, in a town & country |
| I be tryna blend in with them folk, what you smoke, I be sounding country |
| Took 6 zips out a nigga bow, cause the pound was fluffy |
| Please don’t start talking pape to me, I seen a lot of money |
| Stop worrying 'bout what my chain cost, go buy a house or something |
| Your pops a rat, now you tryna tell, you a mouse or something? |
| Somebody call A1 for me, I need an ounce or something |
| Walked in the jewelry store with 80 racks, but I walked out with nothing |
| Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit nigga |
| Accidental shit talking, you know what the fuck going on |
| And we ain’t even started yet |