Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Again, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 08.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not Again |
| Man, this shit get deeper than the Devils Lake |
| In the newest 'Vette, I stumped the pedal 'til the metal break |
| Nigga chain full of VS1s, but the medal fake |
| I’m finna drink a whole pint, that’s how I meditate |
| Throw a party on a opp block, we call that celebratin' |
| Nigga shootin' .22 chops, they barely penetratin' |
| Nigga play with me, he gon' get the key to Heaven’s gates |
| Two phones ringin' back to back like I’m Kevin Gates |
| I got some dogs from Louisiana |
| And my juice plug keep gettin' act, I think he from Dallas |
| Nigga run up on me trippin', he gon' need a casket |
| Fuck around and run into a Drake like he be in Canada |
| Shit gettin' out of hand, I’ma need a manager |
| Thirty clip pokin', can’t conceal it, I’ma need a stander |
| Put my son in bed in a pair of Louis V pyjamas |
| I used to sleep on dirty floors, now I sleep in phantoms |
| Wake up on Miami Beach, all I see is sand |
| Take a look out my kitchen window, all I see is land |
| It only been thirty minutes, I made three more bands |
| Too much paper, I can’t even blow it, I’ma need a fan |
| I can’t even count it, I need three more hands |
| I was 'bout to up the strap on dog, but he might be a fan |
| Fifty grands, it kinda pale, it’s gon' need a tan, man |
| The AR got titties on it, it’s gon' need a bra |
| I just put a pint together, it’s gon' need some panties |
| Had to call my nigga, double up, I know he gon' wrap it |
| 'Bout to sell it to my country nigga, you know Rio gon' tax him |
| Whole time, I’m in the backseat, I’m prayin' he don’t crack it |
| Drinkin' Hi-Tech, pop red as a Dorito wrapper |
| Deal off if the seal off, bro, you can keep your achy |
| Yes, I turned the pint down just 'cause a piece of plastic |
| I don’t want it if it ain’t sealed |
| I’ll turn that feature money down if you ain’t real |
| Pull my Glock out, empty your pockets, nigga, stay still |
| I’m finna sell a hunnid roxies, but they ain’t pills |
| Yeah, they pressed up |
| Only sold my nigga two lines, I poured the rest up |
| Told you I’ma take your head off, boy, put that vest up |
| Right now the ball in my position, nigga, check up |